Oh, Boog. My sweet boy. You were our first child. We bought you top of the line toys and a comfy bed. We doted on you and took you to the vet at the slightest hint of intestinal distress. You snuggled with us on the couch. You went on vacations with us. You were our first child.
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| Boogie lounging on our couch - before the arrival of the children. |
And now ... now you have fallen to the bottom of the totem pole. Your needs are put behind those of Lucy and Caroline. You are such a sweet boy and you never complain. We have even kicked you off of the couch. At night before we go upstairs we move all of the cushions up so that you can't get on the couch.
You are such a good boy, and that is why I can't do anything but laugh when I come down in the morning and find this:
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That white lump is Boog who has somehow positioned himself
behind the cushions. |
He somehow got over the cushions and created a pretty sweet (and secluded) bulldog nest. In fact, I didn't even notice he was there until after I came back from my morning workout. He looked very comfortable.
I can't even get mad at your for this one, Boog.
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