musings of the dog obsessed

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The Henry Hugglemonster and I sure do enjoy bedtime! Especially after long days of excitement and/or separation. Nothing like coming home exhausted from work to a happy greeting and good, quality, soft, furry snuggling. (I could do without getting jumped on though...we're still working on that one)

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Goodnight.

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