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Fur Slippers

Dozer and Polly are at the vet's this morning, and the quiet hush in the house is deafening. We dropped them off at 8AM for their regular dental workup.

Polly was mouthy-but-compliant, walking into the back-room as if she were on a great adventure. Not even a look back over her shoulder. Dozer? Ass down, tail tucked, haunches taut. Pulling back on his leash like Satan himself were on the other end of it.

I never realize how much good energy those dogs put into this house, until those (rare) moments when they're not here with us. I call them my 'Fur Slippers', cause they're always on my feet. I can't wait until this afternoon to go fetch my pair.



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