At night I usually get up a couple of times for a glass of milk. Yes, I know, I'm addicted to milk.
When I crawl back to bed the first thing Max does is smell my mouth, so I open it up and he practically sticks his whole flat nose in there. 
And just to prove it's not the milk, he also smells my stinky morning breath first thing when I wake up.
As for Speckles, well she couldn't care less.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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