Haley needs constant attention. Let me define constant: every freakin' minute.
She sleeps all day when I'm at work, so when I'm home, she's up and roaming around, trying to get into bed with me, trying to get me up, etc., etc. I've had two decent nights' sleep since I got her.
She's a retriever –– she needs activity. I'm a lump –– I need rest.
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