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I love Liz. Really. I swear. I count each moment that I have with her a gift due to her age. But MAN can that dog rub me the wrong way...
I am sick. I have a cold. I want to lie down and sleep. Liz wants me to be aware that she is in the room. She wants that every time she comes in the room, probably because she's forgotten that she was just there. In fact, today while I was napping she came in the room more than five times, barking every time like I'd left her at the mall.
It's hard to sleep when she barks. Oh, I just have to remember these moments and be thankful because the day will come when I won't hear that aaaaoouuf aaaooouuuf anymore...
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