"Dude, we need to talk."
"About what?"
"Your priorities are all out of whack. I mean, everything is about your puppy these days-- puppy blogging, taking the puppy on trips, buying the puppy toys. You need to get back to basics."
"Meaning what, exactly?"
"Well, more me, obviously. Don't get me wrong, I like the puppy and all, especially when she feeds me Cheerios. But ask yourself, who pays the bills around here, hmm? Me or the puppy?"
"So, you're saying you'd like to be more in the foreground?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"OK."
"That's maybe a little more literal than I was talking about. But it's a start, at least."
"You're welcome."
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