My hooman has insomnia so me as his support animal has a responsibility to accompany him. Every night at 3am,

we would go out to play. There’s usually nobody during these unholy hours, so we always had fun. The rooftop is our usual play place. We play fetch, chasing, tug, and games that only both of us know. One day, hooman seemed to not understand what happened. Here’s his point of view.

Do you see a lady there?

Can you tell my hooman what happened because I cannot tell him personally.

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