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Hello, all. After a "brief" hiatus I've decided to give this another try. I recently read Marley and Me and have been inspired to write my own adventures of the life and love of what may actually be the world's worst dog. You've met Axle previously in my blog. He's the figure skating-loving whippet. Axle had his first birthday in June, and September will mark our first year together. It's been an... unusual year, to say the least.

On Sunday we were watching the dog show. (He take particular interest in the border collie.) Throughout the show, there would be brief pre-recorded commentaries from the judges about selected breed. When the whippet had her turn in the ring, the commentary was...
"Whippets make wonderful family pets. They are very social and extremely friendly with people, very gentle with children. If you decide on a whippet for your family and allow him to sleep in your bed, which is where he prefers, you'll find that he sleeps in the middle of the bed, with his head on your pillow. Sometime during the night he will stretch out his long legs, and someone will be pushed to the edge of the bed... and it won't be the dog."

This leads me to believe that Axle may have spent some nights in the bed of that judge, because as I've experienced night after night, it's not the dog that's pushed to the edge of the bed...