
It’s been a peculiar day. My dog, Rudy, woke me up at exactly 3:08 a.m. He snuffled at my elbow, whined a bit, snuffled some more, until I finally got up. I let him off our bed so he could roam about the house without impediment or governance and I fell back into what can only be described as a “fitful” sleep until, some moments later, my husband brought him back to bed.
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