Last night, I got super irritated with Stanley and Chester (Stan especially). I was making dinner and they rudely forced themselves in between me and the counter. They were both licking the air, hoping to catch miscellaneous pieces of food that may fall from the heavens. I finally pushed them out of the kitchen. Then, as we sat down to eat (in front of the TV) Stan kept hovering over the food, thinking that one of these steaming plates of steak were his. I got mad again, telling him to lay down. Mike came to Stan's defense. I felt guilty (still do). So, guys, this one's for you. You know that I love you three with all my heart. You are my guys.
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