When I was a kid we used to have a dog. Now my brother has a dog, so one of the many nice things about visiting Sweden is to get to spend lots of time with a dog again.
Niko, my brother's dog, is a West Highland White Terrier (Westie) and he seems to be my biggest fan. He keeps running after me when I move around in the house, and in the mornings he finds ways to enter the room where I sleep, jump up into the quite impressively high bed, and lick my face for a few minutes. Usually about two hours before I was planning on getting up...
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