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We head back across the valley to The Herd Annex (the hu-grandmom’s house and our cousins Ruby and Tartok). Unfortunately, the humans were there late (i.e., past 8 pm) and Tartok had already declared it bed time.
Hey, Hu-dad of the Herd, what are doing disturbing my sleep.
Don’t you know it is past my bed time?
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Yea hu dad! Leave the pup alone when he’s sleeping! LOL
I get that look a lot to!
You know how dogs love their sleep, when they do sleep? My Bruce has 3 modes, sleep, food and ball/ play. Lmao dogs are funny. Hugs and kisses to the herd and Ruby and Tartok.