Sweet Brandy was passed out on the couch today when I got home. She heard me come in but didn't recognize me in the dark, so she slinked toward me slowly and very quietly, teeth bared. As I watched her, I thought maybe she was sick because of the weird way she was moving (Old Yeller, anyone?). But as soon as she recognized me, Miss B fell to pieces, every part of her little doggie self expressing relief and joy. She wagged, she licked, she rolled over to have her belly scratched. Beware intruders in my house. My pooch will get ya!
The Stand In
5 days ago
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