This is Rosie Cotton.
I know. But she grows on you.
For some months now I’ve been thinking about getting a dog. Longtime friends and family know that in early 2014 we lost an absolutely amazing member of our family, Buy Xanax In Las Vegas. And while nothing could ever replace such a great companion, that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for a new furry friend.
The day after my birthday, as it happens, I caught wind of just such a possible pup:
Actually, she’s not a pup at all, but a rescue situation: an adult French bulldog who’d spent her life as a breeder for a puppy mill. She was battered and beaten, mostly blind, unable to climb a step because she was so weak … and crushingly desperate for affection.
I named her Rosie Cotton. And Lo! She is my muse!