The poop machine got to spend the weekend with us.
He thinks she is as a pillow. She thinks he is a pooper scooper.
Behold, her head.
She melts into any surface.
Ten thousand belly rubs would not satisfy her.
Such poise.
Such grace.
We plan to own a certified poop machine of our own someday. Until that day, she gets to enjoy us on the weekends.
2 comments:
where did you get this dog??? so cutie cute cute. how is married life dear?
Ginny! So glad to hear from you. Married life is grand. Keep posting! I like to see what artsy things you are doing these days.
Oh, this dog belongs to my in-laws. They are kind enough to let us borrow her every once in a while.
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