So after a few sprints chasing Mr. Hurl-a-Squirrel, I need a rest. Basically, I tell Alpha when I'm done -- I just plop myself on the grass (in this case next to Mom), and no longer show any interest in running my little legs off. So my Dad may be the 'Alpharater', but I'm still the one calling the shots. They should just get used to it.
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