This is my old girl Riley.
pup-pup, Fritzy, Frances Bean, Winkie, scruff muff
We rescued her from the pound in 2005. We have no idea how old she is.
We do, however, know that she is one quirky little piece of work.
Old Riley girl is not a fan of dog food, so it is not uncommon for me to be on the floor in my bathrobe begging her to eat her daily plate.
And she plants herself just like this with an air of sheer indignance, foot splayed to the side like a determined child with their hand cocked on their hip.
But we love her anyway, quirks and all.
She's our old girl Riley.
~ vintage love ~