"Another cold and wintry morning here as I stop into the DewDrop and listen to the chatter and sip on my mocha. As I write this, I'm watching her sleeping, again. She's laying all sprawled out in front of the fireplace, warm and happy. Not dreaming at all. Totally out of it in fact, but in a good way. She's doing great; got a bath last night and went kind of goofy afterwards, playing with the Sheltie Sisters like she was ten years younger than she is. There are no words to tell you how…"
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