Freccia, my Little Old She-Dog

Freccia, my little old she-dog, tonight, was very bad. Again another convulsive crisis, of course, but each time worse perhaps not so much for the intensity, but for her ability to react. Anyway, crawling and slamming, she comes looking for me and we meet halfway because my light and alert sleep immediately alarms me of her discomfort and I run to her to support her. … Continua a leggere Freccia, my Little Old She-Dog