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My cousin’s dog has passed away. She was a good dog and lived a fine life. She had grown into the crotchety old matron of the manse and she didn’t put up with any guff from anyone. Her ears were the softest and she didn’t mind you playing with them. The big sigh and forceful lean let you know that she was doing you a favor just by letting you “pet” her and heaven forbid you stop!
Ivory R.I.P. (2005)
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 