When I got a dog, I knew I'd have to share my bed and my room and my life. But my books? That's taking it a little far.
You can't blame the girl, though. She and Zebra had a thing at the dog park, but he never calls anymore. Maybe the move to Houston is just an excuse. Maybe he really is just not that into her.
Okay, I admit it: I turned the book to face her. But I didn't put it under her. She laid herself across it in protest that I took her toy away. I merely saw and seized a prime photo opportunity. Don't judge.
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