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As Buster settles in more and more, I have more and more dog slobber on my glasses. He has figured out that, yes, he is allowed on the couch. Part of his work day is spent there, part of it in his own bed, and part of it on the carpet, supposedly watching out the window for danger but I hear an awful lot of snoring.

He has a new game where when it's time for bed, he follows us upstairs and waits until PJs are donned. Then I follow him back downstairs where he jumps up on the couch and lays down. I have to drop a throw on him and scratch his ears. Then he licks my face. Mrs. C calls it tucking him in.

In the mornings, I'm the first one up and he's moved to either mine or Mrs. Cs spot on the couch. I tell him it's time to go outside. I get the evil eye and a huff. Then he goes back to sleep. Mrs. C starts shuffling upstairs and he's wide awake, waiting for her to come down and let him out.