Every night I come upstairs, turn on my bedroom light, and this is what I find. This is not my dog. My dog has given me over for my mom (I don't blame her; I'd probably make the same choice if it came to it), and isn't interested in hanging out with me. Not that I think this dog (who belongs to my brother) is actually interested in quality time. Mostly I think she just wants her own bed.
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