parsy, who is chained up and muzzled.
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and who, as a result, is not nearly as much fun as parsy could be.
Yeah, now I just kinda lay up on the porch, and watch the traffic go by. Used to chase them trucks and mailmen like crazy, though, didn’t I.
parsy, who is cuddling up with his pork chop bone and squeaky toy and going back to sleep.