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Bump for the riveting information of when I get out of bed.
For the record it's usually around 8.00 am. I'm woken by a smiling face happy to see me, glad to spend another day with me and filling my life with joy.
And a big lick, wagging tail and if that doesn't work a bark. He usually wants his breakfast. After that, he doesn't want to know me. Go figure.
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