Mack the Dog lies on the bed on his side, snoring. Even though totally relaxed when I stroke his fur, his spring-loaded leg pops up to expose his belly. “Pet me there, Mom.” One small scratch and he rolls onto his back, eyes still closed, head thrown back, all four legs in the air. Rewarded with a longer belly scruffle before I doze off, he stares at hi…
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