And we feel a little weak in the haunches, to be honest with you, thinking about how carefree and fanciful our life is now compared to the dangerous dark days of our childhood before we were rescued and we come to believe that, aside from that aging basset hound that gets chauffeured around the neighborhood in a stroller, we think we might just be the luckiest hound in the whole wide world.
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I'm coming to steal that pillow.
If only I had a dog to share my lonely childhood with...
You are indeed the luckiest doggie in the world! Love? Couch? A view? Yes!
Don't forget the shrill bark, BB. Every doggie loves him a shrill bark. Something that elevates his person off her chair and makes her arms flail about when she is deep into her book instead of deep into his adorableness and braveness and alertness.
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