
He sleeps in our bed with us. He looks out our front window by standing on the couch and leaning over the back of it. He barks at the mail carrier. He pout-barks when he can't get his toy or ball from under the couch or from out of his toy basket. He's a baby... and I love him. We're pretty sure he's the smartest, cutest, best dog in the world.
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I miss Arlo...but not excessively. He's still a dog after all.
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