Agnes is 15 years old. She is my Welsh Pembroke Corgi. She is a slurm that follows the family around the house. When her sister, Harriet, was getting attention, she'd butt in for pats. She never ate my things... Unless you count garbage. Whenever I'm upset, she'd find me (as dogs do). She is dopey and loveable, and I'm going to miss her soo much.
Poor aggy can hardly feel her hind legs anymore, but she still muscles it upstairs. This is the last time I'll see her.
Man, dogs dig their way in.
