Really, there isn't anything interesting to share except for photos of Yeager. He begins each evening with Lincoln, sometimes leaving after he falls asleep and joining us on the couch. After his final visit to the backyard (insert Carey's voice: "Yeager, let's go potty and go night-night!"), he follows us upstairs and either sleeps on the guest bed or back with Lincoln. Any time after 2 a.m., and there doesn't seem to be a set time, he somehow manages to jump his 85 pounds into our bed without either of us noticing to wait for morning. Doesn't snore, doesn't even move much until Carey's alarm goes off at 615. Lather, rinse, repeat.
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