There are rules at this house. Usually Jean makes the rules and Jim and I follow them. One of the rules is we cannot play ball upstairs. Jim lays on the floor to do his knee exercises. I will bring him one of my balls. I can't help it if he breaks a rule and throws the ball. Of course I go get the ball and bring it back to him. Then Jean will come in the room and tell us we are not supposed to play ball upstairs. We wait until she leaves and play some more. I can't help it if Jim breaks the rules. I am a good dog.
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