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This morning I was having a little trouble getting dressed. I won't go into details but let me just say both my legs will not fit into one leg hole of my underwear. Trust me. Then I put on my jeans and the left pocket was wet and I was trying to figure out what happened when I realized that Freckles must have discovered the treats inside the pocket last night. Yes, my jeans were laying on the floor -- does that surprise you? She dug into that pocket and ate every treat and then made sure she didn't miss a crumb. She's quite a cleaning machine. If I could harness that power I could make a fortune. I would actually be happy if I could just get her to clean the bathtub.
Have a trauma free day.
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