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Recently, I have been waking Dash up in the middle of the night, to just chat and cuddle.  He is always dead to the world, but tries his hardest to respond.  After a few “I Love You’s” and a dozen or so nods to my questions, I let him go back to dreamland.  And my guess is that he spends the rest of the night dreaming about kisses all over his back, tummy and face.