My Girl


This is my favorite girl. Her name is Phoebe, and she is ten years old. She has a cute mole on her nose. I call it her Cindy Crawford mole:) She is mostly a beagle, with some dachshund and basset hound mixed in. She howls like a hound, especially when she smells a skunk. She is endlessly hungry, and dances around in circles until she gets fed each morning. I love her, as you can tell, so I wanted to share her:)

Comments

Nicole said…
Awww, this is such a sweet photo! You look BEAUTIFUL :)

<3<3<3
Nicole
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Eve said…
Love this! Pheobes!!!!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sia Jane said…
Nawww I think dogs are definitely wonderful little creatures to have around us {{{hugs}}}
Thursday, September 15, 2011
mom said…
Love my granddog and you! Mom
Saturday, September 17, 2011
gkjh lkjnlkjn said…
Phoebe! haha, Great name. All of a sudden I am having sudden flashback of a song called "Smelly Cat". I wonder why that is. LOL

If you don't know what I mean it's okay. I will explain.
Friday, October 07, 2011
Angela said…
Oh, yes! I know the "Smelly Cat" song. You just made me smile:)
Friday, October 07, 2011
Anonymous said…
Those eyes again!! Calling me like a lighthouse to a ship!

Superman
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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