this afternoon upon seeing Used Dog back to her usual perky self after a couple of days of jippy ways, i noted how lovely her complexion was for a dog of such great age. i found myself envying her youthful ways and admiring how well she wears her whiskers. quite obviously these words of admiration did not fall on death ears, for a beam worthy of bright rosy pinky red gloss balm spread across her lovely chops.
a beam worthy of sharing, for without a doubt, bound to cheer up any day...
Tif & Used Dog
