Watching my beautiful dog-girl Sasha sleep, and snore like a train, brings me incredible comfort these days. She is almost thirteen in human years, and she leads a life I covet. She owns three plush beds, distributed in strategic places around our house, so she can chose where to crash at different times of the day.
Moreover, due to this year’s harsh Floridian winter, she has been sporting a light pink sweater that reads, “Weekends are my favorite.” That print is what prompted me to write this blog because indeed, her life is an endless weekend.
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Good crazy woman 