Lately Panda shows up in my office every evening within two or three minutes of 6 p.m., shoves his nose into my lap, and whines for his favorite snack -- a Meaty Bone. Tonight, he was right on time -- he came trotting in here crying at 5:58 p.m. Now it is 6:01 p.m. and he is happily crunching his bone on the living room rug, feeling sure in a doggy sort of way that all is right in the universe.
Which of you taught him to tell time?
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