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Jeff did get his promotion and he was back to his old self. Playing, frolicking, walks, toys, treats, gourmet dinners, oh and the face licking. Sasha was in the lap of luxury and loving every minute of it. Jeff too couldn’t contain himself and often times would have an “accident” on the carpet. She was the Abbott to his Costello and He was the Batman to her Robin. Ahh, the blissful, nurturing, secure and blinding power of love. Both of them were slave to it’s will and hadn’t a care in the world?… |
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The months rolled on with Sasha and Jeff doing as soul mates do. The affection was often too much at times but Sasha was beginning to notice small changes in Jeff’s attitude. Ghosts of the earlier commanding Jeff were starting to rear there ugly head again, and certain activities, like walks together in the park and playing in the house, were beginning to become more infrequent. Again, Sasha would write these off as work pressures, but there was that haunting thought that maybe Jeff was just losing interest?…or was it her that was losing interest and Jeff could sense this in her? Who knows? She was young when they met, she was an older dog now, had more experience and knew what she liked in her companion. As a young pup she couldn’t see the things she wanted, she only saw the possibility of being out of her cage and having a life outside of the Pound… |
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Dave
CEO/Founder FUBAR's est.1989
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