My boy, Charlie, will celebrate his ninth birthday this January. Already I can see how he's slowing down. He sleeps more than a male lion at the zoo and that's a bunch. I don't know if this applies to all dogs but when I get up in the middle of the night, twenty or thirty times, Chaz will be in a different area than he was prior. He has a bed on the floor at the foot of my bed but he'll sleep on the rug next to it. I don't know why because, well, I'm not a dog.
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