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He guards the door and lays by my feet and tries to keep me warm. He watches our one-year-old play in the yard and doesn't bark unless he means to warn. And he brought tears to my eyes when you picked him last Christmas from the pound five blocks away. But he still looks for your truck and searches for your smell and wishes you would have stayed. Come home soon.
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
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He guards the door and lays by my feet and tries to keep me warm. He watches our one-year-old play in the yard and doesn't bark unless he means to warn. And he brought tears to my eyes when you picked him last Christmas from the pound five blocks away. But he still looks for your truck and searches for your smell and wishes you would have stayed. Come home soon.
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
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