Dog on the left is the spittin image of Rags, my childhood mutt. She'd smile on command!
She'd leave for days at a time, then come back reeking of swamp, just as happy as a pig-in-shit. So when she just didn't return, it was actually easier to handle, as opposed to when you have to put them to sleep.
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