It is after all, a dogs life.

I love my pooch. She's getting old now though, and her legs move in a way akin to a deck chair trying to walk (think stiffness and calamity). It was good to see her the other day, we don't see each other often anymore...which is kinda sad really. If I was a dog, I'd probably be her. She's got a big mouth, has a slight wild streak, but she means well. When she gets excited, her teeth chatter, like she's been taking drugs. She used to chew the fence at our old house, and run inside scattily, with nuggets of wood hanging out of her chattering jaw...very odd dog. My sisters joke that we should have her stuffed when she dies (which will probably be sooner rather than later). My family is sick. haha.

i.love.my.dog!