My sweet girl. Our Nemo. She’s getting old. She’s almost seven years old. Her hip and knee bother her, but she’s still the sweetest. (Squirt named her when he was four when “Finding Nemo” was so popular and he thought he was getting a boy dog.) See that tail? She’s excited. She knows her beloved chicken toy is about to be thrown and a game of fetch will begin. She lives for games of fetch.
Linking up with xoxo, Trina for Photo Friday.