Meet Pony B. She is my fur-baby. My little snuggler. My shadow. A total momma’s girl. Pony B is an almost 11-year-old red merle Australian Shepherd and I love her to bits. Do you see that spot on top of her head, between her ears? That is the very softest bit of fur known to mankind and it calls out to me “Tracyyyyy, pet me NOW!”. It’s a very demanding spot.
Pony B spends a lot of time sprawled in the grass. She’s keeping track of her yard and making sure that no foreign animals encroach her territory. She also likes to roll around a bit and, at this time of year, when she comes back inside, is coated with a nice layer of dead grass. As if I don’t already have a hard enough time keeping the house clean. Ugh.
You are getting sleeeeepyyyyyy….
Why don’t you put the camera down and snuggle with me already? You know you want to!
Wait, is this my good side?
A lady always crosses her legs…
No, I believe this is actually my good side, don’t you?
I’m sensing another dog is about to bark several houses away and so I must bid adieu.
Love you, my sweet little Pony B!