“I think it’s love, but a weird   
kind of love, ya know?                 
     “I don’t think any of our babies  
have ever felt loved before, and it    
simply overwhelms them.                
     “It puts them in a... It’s hard to
explain, but I haven't seen one dog    
chase a cat, or bark, or a cat hiss,   
and they all freakin' sleep together in
the same place for Christ sake. All    
mixed up together, cats sleeping with  
their heads on the stomach of dogs.    
Even the new ones do it.               
     “I've never seen anything like it,
and I've been around cats and dogs     
since... forever.”                     
     “It's not that weird,” I said     
defensively, but in the back of my     
mind, I knew that it was weird. I just 
didn't want to think about why it was  
* weird, or talk about it, or examine it   
in any way, just in case that made it  
all disappear.                         
     I wasn't gonna get my way today.  
     “It is weird, hon,” Beth said to  
me, and then to Randy, “Every Christmas
we always bring them into the house,   
except for the horses, of course.”     
     The theme song from Mr. Ed began  
running through my head, the Christmas 
Version, I think. Hmm, do they even    
have a Christmas Version?              
     “They weren’t here that first     
year, but the next Christmas Eve, we   
sang Christmas Carols and also slept   
with them later,” Beth said, and then  
smiled, “Out in the stall, not the     
house.                                 



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