Why having a dog is good for the soul...

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Exhibit A: My five-year-old Siberian Husky, Shelby, proving once again I did the right thing by keeping her. She made me laugh so hard when I walked into my room and found her like this.

Hiya, ma! Been practicing m'zombie poses! Lookin' good, huh!

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Take all mah money, it's yours! Just don't shoot! (you can rub mah belly though)



Mah dead dog imitation. Good huh. Thinkin' I should go to Howllywood, don't you?



But I DID wash mah paws before I gots up on your bed. I swears it! I don't know how that dirt got there, honest!



She's such a wonderful dork.

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See the TWO blankets she is on? My nice stuff is in the closet, the blanket I sleep with is actually folded on top of the dresser. I roll back those blankets every night, get mine and make my blanket burrito for the night, then in the morning, pull their blankets back on. The top one can be washed fast and takes the brunt of things, but the comforter beneath is there as added buffer between what I sleep on and the dogs. THEY ARE SUCH A PAIN! They are Real Dogs, action-packed hard-core dogs, unlike Claire my fluffy dog.

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I'm glad i'm not the only one! I have to hide away my doona every day in case the cats pee on it.. I actually doubt they would when i'm not around ('cause its an attention thing with sasha)but i'm totally not willing to test out that theory!