Clive and I, we are are creatures of habit.
Yes, Clivers (Not to be confused with "cleavers" though that may be more accurate considering the state of my hands after he is done walking me.) and I still go for a walk every morning that I am home. Even when it snows. I like when things are consistent.
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I know that Clives hears you get up in the mornings you are home and can hardly contain hisself.
Clive just loves you!
Like a desert only hotter.
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