right around this time, everyday, i start to miss my Libby. what i miss most: her kisses. the way she yawns and squeels at the same time. her split tongue. watching her climb onto the couch while Steve and I are already sitting there. her look she gives when she has to go potty. her mohawk she gets when she wants to look tough when there is a squirrel in the patio. pouncing on a rawhide. watching her explore different scents in the backyard, shoving her nose so deep into the snow. pushing the door open into our bedroom so that she can snuggle. she is so quirky and fits so perfectly with our little family. makes being away from her painful. i love my dog.
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