When I saw Lulu after her hip surgery last Thursday, my first thought was that she was walking quite well for somebody with a new fake hip.
My second thought was, nice gam!.
Her coat is thick and wavy so I had no idea what beautiful musculature the dog possesses. I find that I keep staring at it, though.
I’m just admiring the conformation of an athletic animal, I keep telling myself. But there’s something disturbingly sexy about it. I think the exposed flank combined with the mohawk reminds me of that evil/sexy Last of the Mohicans guy.
This guy:
See what I’m talking about?
I just have to stop thinking about this.
Here she is, poor girl. She has a plush dog bed that she could lie on but has found that lying on the hard floor with her head hanging off the step earns her the most sympathy and pats.
