I grow old . . . I grow old . . .I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.–T.S.Eliot
Rita and Elaine
How sad. I remember when Rita when she was first adopted. She was a mess, but with love, persistence and sisterhood, she became a fine and bold little dog. She will be missed.
Comment by John Racine — 2010/04/25 @ 13:44
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