Lucy began to PLEAD, and it was effective. She could EMOTE with the best of them. The fact that she was begging for a little more, a smidge, a mere soupçon more, and that she did this every night… Well, even with that, I struggled to stand firm. Those beautiful brown eyes were awfully hard to resist. Finally I relent. “Okay, here you go, girl,” as I measured out an OUNCE of her favorite food. Being rewarded with vigorous tail wags and a few doggy kisses kept me smiling, even as I felt WORSE for having broken my promise to keep the old girl on a strict diet.

Georg’ann

Enter clear WATER
WHERE silence comes, turtles swim
this moment not WORSE

Heather