This is your intrepid reporter Seth, coming to you live from what used to be my very own space. I am currently trying to get some rest, but it's difficult with my head hanging off the dog bed onto the hard, cold floor... The interloper is in my BED! He makes my blankets smell weird. And he keeps POKING me and chewing my collar. Ugh. I thought for sure when we picked this thing up on Saturday that we were just doing a favour for somebody, y'know, the peeps were going to drop him off somewhere. But no, they brought him home! And he's still here. His only redeeming feature is that he does sleep like a rock, which is the only time I get any peace. What do you suppose they were thinking?
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