Val: Alix, you can't give Biscuit cookies. She'll get fat. Alix: But she likes cookies! Val: But she'll live longer if we keep her trim. Biscuit: Who wants to live longer if you have to live without cookies?
I knew my world was upside down when I began constantly having this conversation. I’m Val, my father is Alix. This week my aunt’s 16 year old dog died. Trying to explain the difference between a cookie (or cheese slice, or…) and breaking off a teensy, tiny piece
I knew my world was upside down when I began constantly having this conversation. I’m Val, my father is Alix. This week my aunt’s 16 year old dog died. Trying to explain the difference between a cookie (or cheese slice, or…) and breaking off a teensy, tiny piece