One of the periodic photos of my husband cuddled up with a blonde. There is an empty king-size bed on the other side of Fred and Waco, but they both budge over to one edge -- and no matter how little space there is, Waco will perch right up next to "her" guy until he shifts in his sleep, and she falls off. Her back legs are too weak to get back up on the bed once she slips off, so if I'm up, she will trot down the hall and bark imperiously until I follow her back down the hall to help her back up on the bed. I think one of those silly doggie staircases is in our future.
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