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The Gathering

They gather at my desk where the treats are kept every morning, every noon, every evening They know it is their treat time Little Genghis begs with authority impatient he will jump and lean on my leg Kublia just sits there and stares with big sad eyes he stares Not moving a muscle eyes transfixed on me waiting for his treat Sassy is confused, new to the game she follows the crowd Sniffing to see what's in the air Not sure what's going on but then I open the treat jug lid and Kublia starts dancing up and down first his front paws down to his hind legs I swear he's grinning now Ghengis lets out a happy howl he licks his lips barking with glee runs around the chair I sit. Sassy looks but does not know First treat goes to Genghis who flees under the desk to eat his treasure Second treat to Kublia who snaps it tight and heads for his bed with his treat delight Sassy is third and gingerly accepts hers softly holding it in her mouth she lays down wagging her tail, so this is what all the fuss is about.

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