Biscuit had a special, one-syllable bark for us when we were forgetting something we owed him and were overdue for:
a Mini when Mom had gotten another cup of coffee;
his Milkbone after his meal;
needing to go out, especially for his “rompage.”
That bark was kinda like a soft yet pointed “Ahem.”
(“I thought we had a contractual agreement.”)
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