SADDI hated having the bed made. When Devon would take her out for a morning walk, i would go in and make the bed. After she came back home, got a drink, she would head to the bedroom and stand on the bed for a moment and then just start totally unmaking it. i'd stand at the bedroom door watching her, she'd stop, look at me, and kept working to mess up the bed. Then i would grab the blanket and throw it over her, watching her fight to get out from under it. When she found her way out, she'd being smiling.
i miss that beautiful miss so much.
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