…and the pup – who usually, at the first sight of morning light, is up and running around the bedroom, jumping on and off the bed, ready to go outside, take a piss, and then play for several hours – took one look at the sunshine coming in through the bedroom window, then crawled back underneath the blankets, sighing, as if to say “If we hide out under here, we can pretend it’s nighttime for at least another few hours.”

Dog, I think I’m starting to like you…
Frankie

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