Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?
December 20th 2010 7:12 pm
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I like looking at my Mom. I do it all the time. If I'm not eating or sleeping, I'm looking at my Mom. Sometimes she says, "Why are you looking at me? I gave you your dinner. We've played with your bunny. We went for a walk and for a ride in the car. I'm just sitting here watching t.v. What do you want?" She doesn't know that I'm doing what I want. It's my favorite thing to do. I can sit and look at her for a half hour at a time without blinking. She says it's unnerving.
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