instead of being the carpet at the top of the stairs, she is in 70 degree shade, a breeze as soft as a whisper, watching her world go by.
Poor Nala has been neglected. My whole family & me…got the stomach bug. I gotta say, when i finally recovered, i felt like Dr. Frankenstein, with a twist, “I’m Alive, i’m alive, i’m alive” off to brush the dog.
said the love (four legged) of my life.
Nala, my husky, chose the husky that did NOT look like her, to eat…