Sweet as she couldn’t be… She would drag  me and use all her, “She can do it” strength to take me on walks around the culs-de-sac in the neighborhood.

She painted a many pixels of a perfect family portrait.

She was white with black spots and tan markings which reminded me of a cow.

“Go fetch!;” she would chase that tennis ball around our garden and we’d play tug-a-war with that tennis ball or a rope until she got too tired to play no more.

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