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It must run in the family
My three sons and me all have dogs. But the dogs aren't NORMAL.
My dogs for instance. They're the only dogs I've ever known who jump excitedly up at me every night, not to go out for a walk, like normal dogs, but because they want me to go to bed and leave them in peace.
My eldest son's dog thinks it's a draught excluder and insists on lying across doorways so that you have to step over.
My middle son's dog, a retired racing greyhound, thinks its done enough movement for a lifetime, and lies all day (mostly) on her bed.
My youngest son's dog goes in for skydiving, jumping off high walls whenever he can, or swimming in fountains if there is no wall.
My dogs for instance. They're the only dogs I've ever known who jump excitedly up at me every night, not to go out for a walk, like normal dogs, but because they want me to go to bed and leave them in peace.
My eldest son's dog thinks it's a draught excluder and insists on lying across doorways so that you have to step over.
My middle son's dog, a retired racing greyhound, thinks its done enough movement for a lifetime, and lies all day (mostly) on her bed.
My youngest son's dog goes in for skydiving, jumping off high walls whenever he can, or swimming in fountains if there is no wall.
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