The Dog, Dinky. She'll be 19 in June 2012. That's 19. As in 19.
She came to live with me December 2000 when she was 7 1/2 years old. She was an owner turn in at the pound. Furry Friends fostered her and that's where I found her.
She used to run like the wind. Now? An awkward trot, but still a trot.
She is my all. My critter. My ornery varmint. She makes me believe there's a god, or maybe that she's god.
