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November 29, 2022
My Pup
Milo was lying on the floor, just now, sleeping our coffee-brown buddy resting among his pack every now and again his tail would slowly wag no dancing paws, no half aware bark, just his tail wagging, like a doggy’s tail wags in doggish joy yet neither he nor Beth or I know the reason why
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