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By the end of last week, I won't say my parent's dog liked me, but he didn't fear me. He still wasn't enthused for doing anything with me, though.

He was really happy when my parents came back, though.

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I'm taking a trip to California to visit my brother. So, of course, we ended up having one of our typical conversations:

"You can borrow my car while you're here."

"Thanks. But it's a stick, which I don't really feel like driving in LA traffic."

"Yeah. And the [convertible] roof leaks, so you just can't drive it while it's raining."

"Oh?"

"And it's been raining a lot lately."

"I see..."

"And the front tires badly need to be replaced."

"Um... I'll just rent a car."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."