Play time. Winnie made a really compelling case for taking her to the dog park. My primary objection to the idea was that "I'm tiiiiiired! She made the point that, if she didn't get to go to the park, she was going to explode. Then there would be bits of golden retriever everywhere...and cleaning up that kind of mess was bound to be more exhausting than just driving her to the park in the first place. Touche, Winnie.
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