D.O.P.-T.

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Poor Bear's had a run of not good days - even more disgusting snot than usual, and instead of dancing about when it was time for walkies, he stood in the doorway to my room looking hopeful. And he had trouble with the stairs a few times coming back into the house. But this morning he bounded up them and snuffled along pretty happily on walkies - even tried to hurry when we crossed the street.