When it’s late at night and I’m lacking the words for a proper post, all I can offer are dogs.
Yes, these are my dogs. They are Chinese crested hairless. Yes, they get cold. No, they don’t wear jumpers (they hate them). Instead they live inside, usually in sunbeams, and are the most ridiculously spoilt girls in the world. The white one is Shilo, the black one is Holly.
Yes, Holly had a bandage over her entire face in one shot. She had glaucoma and had both eyes removed over a two year period. Yes, that means she is totally blind. No, it hasn’t slowed her down. No, they’re not pups; they’re 17 in November.
Yes they are spunky troublemakers with big personalities.
Yes, they are my babies.