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The alarm goes off. It’s early. But she likes to get out there before the sun rises. With sweats over pjs, I open the bedroom door. She’s there. Of course. Tail wagging fiercely. Of course. Fiercely, in love. With me. I’m her Person, Husband says frequently. I think he’s right. During our day, she’s neverContinue reading “Ode To FurButt”