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| "Excuse
me,
Roswell, this is MY pillow - why
can't you sit on yours?" |
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"I thought I
might come over and snuggle,
little one, I know how much you
like that." |
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"That's why I think Roswell is so
cool - he is just like Daddy, always
thinking of others first." |
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"I am a lucky
puppy! My brother seems to
really love me." |
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| "Even
though he is quite large, ehem!" |
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"Ah what the
heck, I'll just arrange myself
with him on this pillow" |
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| "Ah,
it's almost like being back with my
mom and my littermates" |
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"Oops, I have
fallen, and I can't get up!" |
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| "Toooooooooo
tiiiiiirrreeed to get up..." |
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"I think I
had better move so Midas has
enough space on his own pillow.
I think I have grown quite fond
of that little stinker...." *zzzzZZZZzzz* |
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