Benson has become such a part of our life. He follows me whatever room I am in. If we can't find him, this is where he will be. Laying in the sun, now that is a dogs life. I had a friend tell me that if we came back after we died that she would want to come back as her dog, because it is so spoiled. Not me, I just want to be me. Even if it is a dogs life!!! (Not Mine---the dogs!!!)
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