If it's true that the owner increasingly comes to look like their dog, God help JoyFul. If JoyFul takes on Ellie the GrandDog's look, even make-up won't help.
That's why I don't have a pooch. No chance of sliding downhill in the Looks Department.
And have I mentioned my heart's desire for a red-haired child? Apparently God the Creator heard my playful longing and brought Nathaniel and Aaron. Just in time too ~ beats trying and trying and trying. Fourteen chilluns later, no red-head. Perhaps the next generation will fulfill the mom's heart's desire. No pressure though.
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