is for Friend
Everyone needs friends. A lot of you have cats as friends, but I have another furry friend. Ginger.
If you’ve been following me for a while, you know that Ginger is my lazy, happy, kind Golden Retriever. (Dang, there are a lot of G words creeping into this post…making me wish I’d saved this for Monday. Oh well)
I’m not a dog lover by any means. Dogs poop, slobber, drool, rub against your leg to be petted, jump on you, bite you (if they’re mean), poop some more…and then even SNIFF their poop. Disgusting creatures!
Yet, I have a dog. And I love Ginger with all my heart. She’s 10 years old this month, and not as spry as she used to be (unless I take her for a walk…and then she reverts to Balto the Sled Dog behavior, which can be a tad annoying when she’s jerking me down the street).
She somehow worked her way into my heart though and became my Furry Friend.
Now enough of the sap. It’s getting sticky here. In honor of my furry friend, I’m going to stop talking and post a collage of this dog that is so lovable she even got me and my husband to love her and talk in baby-talk to her (that’s how crazy lovable she is. Jeepers!).
Do you have a Furry Friend? Feathery Friend? Foolish Friend? What do you like best about them (and please don’t tell me you like scooping poop. I’ll know you’re lying).