What could be better than the softness of a dog curled next to me in bed? Argus jumped into bed with me this morning. He usually sleeps on the floor just beneath the open window where he enjoys the gentle, cool breezes of the night. Argus is a golden retriever. He is perpetually hot. So, I was surprised when he launched himself into my bed and curled up next to me. He lay his silky head upon my chest and gave me one tentative kiss. Is this okay, mom? I rubbed his head, pressed my nose against his fur and breathed in his warm, doggy smell. His breathing slowed, became rhythmic as he drowsed. Outside, the dark of night grayed into dawn.
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