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Oooh, you make me live.

Try as I might to implement a strict rule against dogs and street clothes on bed sheets, Lovin' Man persists with cozin' a dog under the covers. Usually Freddy. He is so casual with his watch duty that he's already there.

While inbred Fred begrudgingly receives love, Lovin' Man graciously gives.

Sometimes he treats Freddy to a spoonful of organic almond butter even though it's kinda expensive. Sometimes he lets him stay warm inside while the crew jogs about the perimeter of our back yard. Often, he lets Freddy sleep in little girls' beds under his very own cover. Once or twice he attempted to take him on a fun car ride but Freddy doesn't think it's fun at all. He stopped that because no one likes an unhappy Fred.

But, sometimes, he sends Freddy out of the bedroom for the rest of the night so People can stretch out. Often, he reprimands him for trying to run out into the street. Always, he feeds him just enough and never too much because no one likes a fatsy Fred.

Old Lady Cats get different treatment altogether from lovin' men. Always, she gets wet food as he is convinced she is unable to chew anything else. Often, he picks her up to save her old hips from jumping to her desired locale. Once or twice, he made her get down from the kitchen counter. But, never does she sleep in our bed because no one likes a grumpy Old Lady.

Try as I might to implement a strict CatsOutnumberDogs policy, our menagerie recently gained a new baby girl puppy who has grown twice the size of Freddy. Sometimes, this baby girl puppy is naughty. Often, she eats things she ought not and leaves a messy trail in her wake. Once or twice, she was meant to go to another home with less cats. A failed endeavor. But, she is never anything but lovin' to a Lovin' Man so I relent.

Because no one likes a Sadsy Man.

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