Last night, Jim and I were cuddling into bed, tossing around a bit to get comfortable, as you do. Meanwhile, Jazz was under the covers, also tossing around to get comfortable. (She has no idea she's not a people. I've told her she's a dog a few times, and she just gives me this incredibly offended expression, as if she can't believe I would say something so grossly rude to her.) Unfortunately, Jazz's idea of getting comfortable frequently involves kicking Jim and I repeatedly until we get out of her way.
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