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Barnaby didn't look like he felt bad; he looked like he was still looking for the steak. Toby, now purple-faced and leaking tears, crawled toward his mother’s legs, seeking a hug. Sarah stepped back, maintaining the focus.

As the likes rolled in, Sarah felt a rush of dopamine. She didn't notice Toby hiding in the kitchen, or Barnaby nervously licking his paws in the corner. She was too busy replying to a comment that said, "This is the funniest thing I’ve seen all day!" Bad_parents_with_pets.mp4

As Toby reached out, his tiny fingers clutched the biscuit too tight. Barnaby, driven by the scent of ribeye, lunged with more enthusiasm than intended. The dog didn't bite, but his massive head knocked Toby backward into a tower of wooden blocks. Barnaby didn't look like he felt bad; he