Normally, the small dog sleeps on top of the mattress in a full sized sleeping bag. She loves that sleeping bag, probably because it’s warm. Yesterday, everything was discombobulated while I was cleaning the sheets and I found cat-dog curled up like this on the bedspread and fuzzy blanket. She looks pathetic, like an orphan doggie.
I also told the new vet that cat-dog was 16 this year because I have no concept of time. Cat-dog’s foster mom, who saved cat-dog from the pound, and gave her to me, reminded me that the little imp was probably 18. I pulled her paperwork. The little dog was 7 1/2 when we got her, and we have had her for 10 1/2 years. The little one is 18. She is an old lady, but nary a wrinkle on her tiny face AND she insisted on 2 walks yesterday.