DIXIE AND ME |
I looked up and saw that the bedroom door was ajar. So I looked down and noticed Dixie sitting on the carpet, waiting for me to notice her.
So I got up, opened the door, let her out and came back to the computer.
I didn't mind her coming into my room. Maybe she was lonely. Our last dog, Lady, often came into my room. I'd be laying on my back, with my hand off the bed, and I'd feel a wet nose, warm tongue or fuzzy ears. And a doggy smile.
Dixie just isn't as adventurous as Lady was.
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