These Foster Parents of mine sure are sneaky...
Every night after we play, eat, then play some more, they give every dog in the house some love.
Some dogs wag their tails, some roll over and get their bellies scratched, and some just turn into a statue (that's what I do).
I am not sure how I became a part of this activity, but I have come to expect (maybe even accept) it.
I hate to admit it, but I do like to have my ears rubbed. Sometimes I even make little grunts and smile.
Maybe it isn't such a bad thing after all, this crazy little thing called love.
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