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I know people wonder about this all the time. When we nap, we twitch and move about. If I could speak clearly I would tell you that we dream about all the things that you do.
Don't be afraid just report back to your pack.
I'm the littlest soldier. My long legs let me sit tall. And I like to sit close.
I like to sit close if you let me. Some say I ride in a car, close, like a girlfriend.
When I climb off the couch, if I am too close, I am able to stop and gently step over.
I may not be small or dainty but I am cuddled. I own my demands.
Wound like a corkscrew.
I cannot hide my excitement.
It is the best when my pack is back together.
Liberation always feels great.
I stretch often. Downward dog. Running man. Each keeps me nimble.
When I smell the telephone pole, I pick up the news
When I slow to smell the shrub, I pick up the news
When I sniff at the air, I pick up the news
Sit close to those you love. They'll pet you until you relax.
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