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(𝓣𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼`*•.¸. ♫~🌸
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thanks for spotting our worm ~ and for the fielder in here!

Kreacher greetings.

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Rylee is four years old - I think that he has the bladder of a 70 year old lady.  Should I have to get up in the night, shortly after I get back into bed - Rylee jumps up on me and says he has to go too. I don't mind that as much as I mind standing at the back door watching him wander the run sniffing along the fence and staring out to the street. Seriously - if you have to go - GO already. He finally takes care of business - again he stands transfixed, nose in the air sniffing. "Rylee," I whisper (don't want to wake up the household) "Get in here - back to bed!" He finally turns and comes back in - doesn't wipe his feet - runs back upstairs and hops on the bed. By the I get there he's nice and settled at the foot of the bed. I get back in and try to go back to sleep. Another long night - Happy Tuesday.