Before any of the normal self-disparaging comments, it should be noted that my dogs rock your face. Earlier this morning, Wrigley huddled against the stereo while some rather raucous Dead Kennedy punk rock played; right now, Sparkle is huddled against the speakers meditating to some Bob Dylan protest-era music. So these are pups of not-good-looks-only; there's some real content going one here. Remember their message as you embrace their aesthetic:
The poor Sparkle, it should be noted, actually underwent anesthesia, a teeth-cleaning and a minor surgery to remove a benign lump in her forearm last week. The rough life! Fear not; she stands in sternly:
Of course, despite sutures, she manages to prance around the neighborhood in style:
Wrigley? Stares longingly, yawns, waits.
More days in the lives of the two best pups ever.
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