Back in 1996, when we were dating, Todd took me to the NY State Fair to see Wynona Judd in concert. Don’t ask. We’ll save Wynona for another day, okay?
While at the state fair, I fed a real live giraffe. The poor thing was cooped up in a tent, and I put a coin in a giraffe food gumball machine and fed it the pellets that came out. The giraffe leaned waaaay down and touched its lips to my hand, and I’d never in my life felt anything so soft.
Until now.
Jingle’s muzzle is as soft as a giraffe’s lips.
Sometimes I just sit beside her, holding her jaw in my hand. This kind of softness is insane! It’s addictive!
Must.
Feel.
The muzzle.
Perhaps now you understand better why I let HT do most of the training at 4 Paws.
I can’t handle this kind of cute.
You live with HT and Riley and Seth and say you can’t handle cute? I beg to differ.
Michelle, I will NEVER get tired of looking at Jingle. Jingle evokes stimming almost likes cats do (almost). She is a whole lotta cute. So, please, don’t ever stop posting pictures, k?
so now you know why I will never be without a dog. Jingle even has a squint white stripe on her head like Meg…she is SO channelling my Meg!