6th
February
2015
Reflections of our past
Probably nothing more than a coincidence, but now that I’ve retired my alarm clock, the dog has figured out where I sleep. Lie around past 8 a.m., and he jumps on me. Forget snooze control; he waits, until I follow him to the kibble corner. Should I believe he actually understands the idea of “same time, tomorrow”, or is his sense of feeding time that exact?
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