I know from experience, getting old is rough on a girl. Slower to think, slower to move, and the eyesight isn’t what it once was. Still, Libby is beautiful to me. Thinking about every pet I’ve had throughout my life to date, there isn’t one that could hold a candle to her. She’s funny, but wise. She’s a tease, but doesn’t mess around when strangers enter her yard. She sleeps with a pillow. On the bed. Just like a people. Think she’s one lucky dog? Me too. But I also think I’m lucky to have found the perfect hound.
She’s so self-confident that she doesn’t even request the white/gray hair be covered with ‘Loving Care’ but prefers that she be called voluptuous rather than chunky. Because no matter how much self-confidence you have… aging is rough on a girl.