So the other night, I was accosted by a pug looking to snuggle up like a heat-seeking missile. I just assumed that it was Cleo. and was shocked to look and see Miss Greybeard Sasha looking at me, with her very white, very distinctive eyebrows.
Sasha, you are old
Sasha doesn't know where the time has flown. She was only just yesterday a frisky puppy, chewing all the wallpaper off of her gramma and grampa's house and knocking wineglasses off of kitchen tables. Now she is toothless, half blind and deaf.
i must shield myself from the harsh truth