Millie is one of those unfortunate souls who never met her biological father and can’t come up with coin for a DNA test. So, she claims me. For Father’s Day she wanted a portrait. Here we are… that’s Millie on your left, my right.
Who’s your daddy?
Millie is one of those unfortunate souls who never met her biological father and can’t come up with coin for a DNA test. So, she claims me. For Father’s Day she wanted a portrait. Here we are… that’s Millie on your left, my right.
How many times did it take to get that pic? Fifteen, twenty?
3. But I’m better than some folks.
She seems very serious about that attachment!
Back when guys drove cars with bench seats, the definition of getting lucky was when your date would scoot over close. That’s all. Just snugged up close.
Either because she has fallen out a couple of times or because she thinks she’s my date, Millie rides all snugged up against me. She even slides across and gets out on my side when I stop and open the imaginary door, just like when guys with bench seats were lucky.
Very sweet dog!
Such a good gurl!
Miss y’all. Millie is so cute and funny
Thanks, Kaye. We’ll see you in autumn.