Coco has to cutest toofs. These little nubbins on the bottom of the front of her mouth.
Coco was on the streets long enough to have most of her teeth broken, or lost. At least that’s what the vet says. That’s what happens to dogs when they’re on their own. Poor thing. What she has left isn’t much. But, damn…if it isn’t adorable 😍
It’s hard to imagine that Coco was out there on her own like that. She was found wandering the streets of Downey. She waddled right up to a couple in the middle of the street. She had almost two dozen ticks on her. Cataracts from probably too much time in the sun. And she’d recently given birth.
Rough shape.
And she’s such a sweetheart. Just the sweetest fucking dog I think I’ve ever met. All she wants to do is snuggle. And she begs for pats, which tells me she was someone’s dog, at least for a little while. I cannot imagine her left to fend for herself in the wilds of life and death.
We’re lucky to have her. So lucky.
Coops never had to go through that, thank baby g. He was a surrender directly to a shelter, and we got him when he was 9 months old. So, he did experience that shelter life, at least for a little bit, but he was never turned out on his own on the streets. Not like the Coco.
They’re both so fluffy right now. Way past our usual grooming time, but that’s because the salon was crazy booked, and with Liz working and me working, it was a narrow timeframe we had available. Next week. They get shorn. Until then, they’re dust mops.
I worked today. It was so-so. I got my writing done, though. Happy with that.
It’s time for sleep now.
Good night!