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Guest Post by Barley Smiley
I got a new bone last week.
I have no idea where I put my last one,
but it's been lost for longer than I can remember.
Don and Connie noticed that I was a little blue about it, so they got me a new one.
I moved to this place when I was four, and I'd never had a bone of my own before,
so when I got my first one, it was a pretty big deal.
I carried it around with me for about a year, until it was just right,
and then, one day, I ate it.
I don't want to lose this one, even if I have to guard it in my sleep.
As long as it's left alone, nobody gets hurt.
Don feeds me early in the morning, and then I go to wake Connie up.
She reaches out in the dark to stroke my silky ears,
and then she feels down to my mouth,
and there, sure enough, is my bone.
Now really, where else would it be?