I’m in that last stage of grieving Coco. That last stage is the one where you senselessly replace the missing thing with a facsimile in the hopes that everything will proceed as they would have otherwise and life will return to normal. Tentatively named Molly, this is my new daughter: a chocolate and rust Miniature Pinscher. So far she’s great, except the thing she does where she leaves long, rope-like wet turds everywhere.
Showing off that money-makin’ chocha