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Morning
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&lt;p&gt;Red Crocs and Black Lab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;become one entity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;streaking across the snow&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 11:33:00 -0500</pubDate>
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It's 2:00 am - Do you know where your Tibetan Mastiff is?
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&lt;p&gt;I know where mine is...&amp;#160; sleeping smack dab in the middle of my bed,&amp;#160;making it&amp;#160;so there is no way on this gorgeous green earth for me to sleep ANYWHERE in my bed.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the second night in a row that I've found myself jockeying for position in my own darn bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night I found my spot, still didn't have enough room to sleep comfortably,&amp;#160;so gently pushed him over with my hind end.&amp;#160; He pushed back just as forcefully&amp;#160;and&amp;#160;a few seconds later&amp;#160;wimpered pitifully,&amp;#160;as if&amp;#160;I was hurting him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right.&amp;#160; He weighs almost as much as I do.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;That little shove from my tushy was probably torture for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIght now I dare not wake him up.&amp;#160; He is dreaming, running after rabbits and barking.&amp;#160; Or, perhaps he is running after Bella, the new kitten, and eating her.&amp;#160; I wouldn't blame him for dreaming it, she is after all&amp;#160;competition for his favorite possession, my attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know what the real problem is.&amp;#160; Both myself and my roommate have had the flu most of the week, and our normal routine has been interrupted.&amp;#160; He hasn't been out on a snowshoe hike, or had the kong football thrown for him with the same enthusiasm as usual, so he's got to make up for the lack.&amp;#160; I have been spending most of my time either in bed or on the couch, so where is he going to get my attention.. but in bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh look, he just woke up... I'll coax him out of bed and .... (heh heh heh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's my bed... MINE...&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 04:44:00 -0400</pubDate>
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