...except when she's not.
I was checking on my girls during a sleepover.
And looking for what could have happened to Rosie the Horsedog. She's usually the first one in bed for the night, and she was nowhere to be found.
Oh dear.
That protective paw. The quiet snores.
Maybe you aren't such a bad, bad horsedog after all, Rosita.
P.S. What are you doing out of your sleeping bag, girl? This is American Siberia!
