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Okay, I'm typing on the computer and my dad tells me to let the dogs in. So, I go to the screen door and whistle for them, and I'm kneeling down to wipe off their muddy feet. Alaska hates his feet wiped off, so when he came up and saw what I was going to do he ran inside, knocking me over. Then Georgia ran in after him while I was down. Their muddy feet had gotten mud everywhere!! My dad gets all mad and tells me to clean it up. So I was cleaning it up with a pewny wet rag for a long time! Urg those dogs :p