Gunnar hangs out with me in the evenings. He "helps" me write. He also "helps" me with anything that I might be snacking on. He wants to sniff everything. He thinks he wants everything. Usually he doesn't, though. I'll pinch off some turkey for him. He won't touch it. He just wants to know what it smells like. I didn't actually think he'd lick the chocolate so we were safe.
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