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May 2020
what is that, is all my sleepy brain could ask
what is that?
is my hand feeling some dampness?
is that lapping sound really there?
what is it, I had to ask again?...
I moved my hand and could feel the softness of her
I stopped
she pushes herself under my hand to be caressed
she was insistent on waking me
it was morning and time to rise
it was ***-*** walk time.....
ya got to love your dog!

Rian Hill - 2020 # 140
Bhill
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Bhill  67/M/Ivins Utah
(67/M/Ivins Utah)   
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