Beatrice climbed in bed between us the other night, shaking and panting at the thunder. At different times she woke us both and we offered her a pat or a hug and she, in turn, drooled on our pillows. So it's a love/hate kind of thing.
This morning while brushing my teeth before showering I stared at my eyes, deep in my eyes, "who's that?, it's me". Simple. Still glad I can look at myself without throwing up in my mouth. There was a hair on my cheek which belonged to our girl Beatrice, I left it there and figured the showering process would take care of it and haven't looked since.
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