This morning around 7:35 I was putting on my socks and boots and looked over to see Taz playing with a 12-inch length of candle wicking. I yelled at him, clapped loudly to try to get him to leave it alone, all to no avail. Phil was closer to Taz, but by the time I could get Phil involved, Taz had run under the furniture, with the wick in his teeth
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