I adopted my dog when she was four - some unfathomably foolish twits *gave her up* which confounds me. I met someone who knew them once, who greeted Lolly (I hardly seem to stick with Sid or any of her original-name-based nicknames, even) by her given name, and who told me they had given her up because she was, essentially, not yuppie enough for them.
Me, I live to be good enough for my dog (or any dog at all, for that matter). Ten years later, she appears to be mostly contented - but I'm not going to stop trying.
She is healthy. She is (as so many dogs are) the Best Dog In the History of Ever.
And she is totally stylin' in her winter coat from grandma ...

"To be the queen, she agreed to be the widow!"
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---Medieval Kingship, Henry A. Myers
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