[Her expression turns soft as she watches him pad away, following him with her eyes as he moves over to the bed and carefully hops up onto it forequarters first, then back legs behind. It's a funny little means of getting up there, utterly canine and profoundly charming; she waits, patient, until he's securely on the top of the mattress before getting up and walking over herself, moving around to the opposite side of the bed and sitting down on the edge before pulling her knees and legs up after her.]
You're so big.
[She rubs a hand down his back, affectionate. It's only commentary; she doesn't seem to mind it in the slightest.]
Come, then, lie down. It's your bed; you deserve to be comfortable.
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You're so big.
[She rubs a hand down his back, affectionate. It's only commentary; she doesn't seem to mind it in the slightest.]
Come, then, lie down. It's your bed; you deserve to be comfortable.