As we are all aware, Aiden is gettin' up there in years. The past couple of days have been a little rough for her, but she is still ready to play around in the yard at the drop of a hat. Two nights ago I was sitting on the couch with her and lovingly called her an Old Bag. And then I looked down at the giant ice pack I had on one wrist while resting the other wrist on top, and also spied the frozen water bottle upon which I was rolling both of my feet.
Don't worry...she was sure to give me a solid "Who's the Old Bag now, bitch?" look.
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