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Puppy Love

I was just chuckling to myself about how no matter how soundly my little American Eskimo, Diego, is sleeping, he wakes up when I look at him or move in any way. He'll then watch me out of the corner of his eye before falling back to sleep, seemingly ensuring everything is OK and that I'm not going anywhere.

It dawned on me then. He loves me like I'm going to love my little baby.


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