I got up this morning and managed to grab a towel and head for the bathroom and the shower I so desperately needed in order to wake up. As I was walking by the front door, this is the scene I witnessed: (hey, sorry about the poor pic quality, but I took this with hubby's phone while trying to tip-toe around and not disturb the scene)
WHAT...THE...HELL...!?? Seriously! Is she just totally dominating my red healer or what? What would possess one dog (with 34 acres to call home, mind you) to choose to sit on top of another?! Poor Roscoe is either whipped or a really heavy sleeper.
Fifty Years is a long time
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