My old girlfriend, Saps. Twelve years old, slowing
down, but still a lot of puppy in her. Showing off
her new Tee Shirt, which became absolutely filthy in
about two hours. This dog should by rights be bald
for all the fur she sheds.
As I write this she is sitting on my feet (not BY my
feet!) trying telepathically to get me to take her for
a walk.
Oh ALL RIGHT!! I don't (and will never) have anything
better to do.
my old sweetie...
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