After blinding her with the flash for the first photo, I turned the flash off.
Sleepy face.
The eyes that miss nothing.
The whiskers that tickle.
The gray muzzle that makes me wish she would stop aging and live forever with me.
Paws that guide the way.
(Note to self: trim her toenails today).
The Shepherd forehead that expresses so many emotions: focus, concentration, curiosity, confusion, delight.
Soft fur for lovin' her.
A nose to sniff out the way, I trust she would never let us lose our way.
Gloriously furry tail.
Last summer I had her with me at a nearby Indian Reservation. My White companion warned me that they would like to make a fur coat with my dogs fur. I said "nuh-huh". That same day an Indian approached me and pointed to my dog and said: "Nice coat!". True story.
I doubt my dog would ever leave my side, but just in case, her leather collar holds her identity. I rarely use a leash with her, we simply don't need it.
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