Imagine a fat, short legged dog with weak jaws who rarely barks and would never hunt.
Do you ever wonder what that dog would say?
Monday, July 23, 2007
Not a rescue, but a distant Dottie relative. I got accused of being a hoarder and breaking the law (by my parents). The same parents who almost wept with joy at seeing Prissy...but I don't think now is the time.
I decided it was time for a new profile, but I'm still not sure what to say. I think the best way to get to know me is to get to know me. I could TELL you anything, but I might be wrong, or self delusional. So, I'll just say Howdy!