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Thanks for the poem, V, as it will surely help with tonight's slumber... Another thing that i forgot to mention cuz i have become rather used to it. Whenever i walk away from the dog i get the sense that something is lunging at me from behind. It used to startle me such that i would whirl around each time, but now i am rather accustomed to it. Still pretty unsettling. As a dog lover, and vet, it is not like i am uncomfortable around the pooches. As well, this dog is not aggressive in the least. Dang, now i am just creeping myself out.
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ps- yeah, that Paranormal Activity bed scene has been crossing my mind more and more.
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