Some days... you're just so dog-tired you can't even find the energy to pull your head into your basket with the rest of you.
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A French Bulldog wearing a teal jacket lies half-asleep, half-in a basket, tongue half-out of her mouth (and half-on the floor).
This Twelfth of Bleptember's a bit like that for me, too. I feel you, dog.
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