Stewie loves bones or anything to chew on. He knows better than to eat his bones on our bed, or at least we like to think that way.
He eyes them carefully and licks them and makes the most annoying smacking sounds when he eats them. Stewie loves his bones.
And then he gets playful, almost as if he's saying, I bet you can't get me off this bed. He scurries around, carrying his bone with him, until he finally gets off the bed.
Oh Stewie, my life wouldn't be the same without you. I'm glad we rescued you and gave you a home.
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