Yes, you read that right. My dog has a blanky.
Normally, this old blanket sits under the deck where Lincoln sleeps. Lately he has been toting this thing with him wherever he goes.
He took his blanket and abandoned it by the door because we just put some leftover scraps from supper in his bowl.
But after his supper, he dragged his blanky back onto the deck and resumed his usual position in front of our deck doors for his post supper snooze.
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