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I normally wouldn't consider putting clothes on Charlie, it seems cruel the way he always drags himself on the floor to take it off. Yet, Diana came over this morning to present me with the cute USC shirt she bought him. I smile, say thank you, and place the shirt in my drawer.
Diana: Why don't you put the shirt on him now
Me: Charlie needs a bath badly, and I wouldn't want to dirty the shirt
Diana: Awww, just put it on him
Me: *sigh* okay...
Charlie: You bastards!