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11/28/2023

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11/23/2023

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11/22/2023

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A shelter dog has officially joined a police department in Kentucky after he was sworn in during a ceremony earlier this month.

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11/20/2023

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QUEENIE DESERVES A LOVING HOME!!!
11/16/2023

QUEENIE DESERVES A LOVING HOME!!!

Update!!! A forever home for this Queenie!!!!!♥️

Queenie is literally the sweetest dog ever but has the saddest back story.

You might remember Queenie from a few weeks ago. We posted her for urgent help when she was confiscated by animal control after neighbors recorded and reported the horrific beatings she was enduring from her owner. She has been fully vetted and cleared for adoption by our vet and has been recouping at her foster home. Her foster mom reports that she is as perfect of a dog as you could wish for. She weighs 43 lbs. is completely potty trained and crate trained. She is great with little kids, dogs and cats. She is a cuddle bug who is just longing for love, comfort and security. At 8 years old, Queenie is not an active dog. She just likes to be in the mix, enjoying the activity around her and feeling safe. Her right eye looks concerning, but our vet assured us she can see fine and there really is no action required. It is most likely from an old injury and is not causing her any pain or discomfort at this time.

We are thrilled that we were able to help Queenie in her most urgent time of need and we are grateful to Volusia County Animal Control for the role they played in getting her the help she desperately needed. We love our friends at Granada Animal Hospital and thank them for the excellent care Queenie received. We are forever grateful to her foster mom, an old and reliable friend of our rescue who has come through for us countless times. With their combined efforts, we are now in a position to say that Queenie is ready to start her new life. We will be sure she goes to a home where no one will ever, ever raise a hand to her and she can know the love she deserves.
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Adoption fee $100 Click here: https://linktr.ee/sophiescircle for adoption application and more information!
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CHESTER......❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️He's sleepy🤭
11/11/2023

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He's sleepy🤭

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11/11/2023

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11/06/2023

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PSA: We adopted our dog, Rowdy, from the shelter 5 years ago. He was already an adult dog, so we estimate he is about 11 or 12 years old at this point. I love this dog. He is the sweetest soul and my BFF. For the past week or so he hasn’t been acting like himself. He licked a raw spot on his foot. He was panting constantly. He was pacing. Sunday morning, the pacing and panting got so bad, and I was REALLY nervous that there was something seriously wrong with him. For 45 minutes, he panted like crazy and constantly paced back and forth. He was keeping his tail tucked down all the time. His ears were pinned back. He would not settle down and he wouldn’t eat. We tried everything. I ended up giving him a trazadone that he takes sometimes when he goes to the groomer. It seemed to take a little bit of the edge off, but not much. He still wouldn’t eat and still wouldn’t settle. I took off work on Monday so I could take him to the vet. We did bloodwork and x-rays. Knowing he is a senior dog, I was trying to prepare myself for the worst case scenario. I was glad to see his bloodwork was great except for some elevated liver enzymes. The x-rays showed he was a little backed up but no major issues. He got an anti-nausea injection and some Gabapentin to help with some tenderness in his back and to hopefully help keep him calm. When we got home, he was ok for a little bit, but eventually started pacing and panting again. We walked around the neighborhood for a long time and he used the bathroom a lot. He seemed pretty happy about that and was in good spirits until we got home and he refused to come back in the house. Every time I took him out that evening, he would hunker down like he didn’t want to come back in the house. When my vet called and I gave her the update, she suggested there may be some new electronic device in the house that was emitting a high frequency noise that is hurting his ears. We had just put new smart outlets in the house about a week ago. His pacing and panting were worse when the lamps were on, so I unplugged all the smart outlets. He stopped panting, stopped pacing, and ate his food. His tail was even up and wagging again. When I plugged the smart outlets all back in and asked Alexa to turn on the lamps, he immediately started panting and pacing again. My husband used an app to test the frequency of the smart outlets. It was off the charts. We've left the outlets unplugged for two days and have confirmed that it is definitely the smart outlets that are causing his stress and discomfort. He's back to being a totally normal dog now. I really thought this was the end for Rowdy based on the way he was acting. I am so thankful for Dr. Newell at BoonesCreek AnimalHospital for figuring out this simple solution. If your pets are exhibiting similar symptoms, you may want to consider checking your electronics first. I cannot express how relieved I am that he is ok now. 😭♥️🐶

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10/30/2023

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I’ve always said that God doesn’t give us more than we can handle. But after reading the following, you’ll see what I just realized. 💜💜
Cheyenne
"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon .. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article..."
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me.
I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons: too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"
"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw...
Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.
And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter... his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father... and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live while you are alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance.
And if you don't send this to anyone -- no one will know. But do share this with someone. Lost time can never be found.
God answers our prayers in His time... not ours...
God doesn't give us what we can handle, He helps us handle (stands with us, and gets us thru) what we are given. In other words, God's Grace keeps Pace with what we Face!!
Aren't you glad you read this to the end ?? Please say "Yes" if you did ♥️
-----2 Corinthians 12:9

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10/23/2023

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Bret Michaels, the dog, is waiting in foster care as Michaels, his human, completes the paperwork.

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10/22/2023

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10/05/2023

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09/29/2023

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09/29/2023

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Smoky, a Yorkshire Terrier, was a famous war dog who served in World War II. She weighed only 4 pounds (1.8 kg) and stood 7 inches (180 mm) tall. Smoky is credited with reigniting interest in the once-obscure Yorkshire Terrier breed.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

Smoky was discovered in an abandoned foxhole in the New Guinea jungle by an American soldier in February 1944. She was already a fully grown young adult Yorkie. The soldiers initially assumed the small dog belonged to the Japanese, but after transporting her to a nearby prisoner-of-war camp, they discovered she couldn't understand commands in either Japanese or English. Smoky was then sold by another soldier to Corporal William A. Wynne of Cleveland, Ohio, for two Australian pounds the price paid to the seller so he could return to his poker game.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐈

Smoky backpacked through the rest of the war and accompanied Wynne on combat flights in the Pacific for the next two years. She faced adversity while living in the New Guinea jungle and Rock Islands, where she endured primitive tent conditions in equatorial heat and humidity. Smoky slept in Wynne's tent on a blanket made from a green felt card table cover for the duration of her service, sharing Wynne's C-rations and the occasional can of Spam. Unlike the "official" war dogs of WWII, Smoky had no access to veterinary medicine or a balanced diet designed specifically for dogs. Despite this, Smoky never got sick. She even ran for four months on coral without developing any of the paw problems that plagued some war dogs.

In the words of Wynne, "Smoky Served in the South Pacific with the 5th Air Force, 26th Photo Reconnaissance Squadron and flew 12 air/sea rescue and photo reconnaissance missions." On those flights, Smoky spent long hours dangling in a soldier's pack near machine guns used to repel enemy fighters. Smoky was credited with twelve combat missions and eight battle stars. She survived 150 air raids on New Guinea and an Okinawan typhoon. Smoky even parachuted from 30 feet (9.1 m) in the air out of a tree using a parachute custom-made for her. Wynne credited Smoky with saving his life by warning him of incoming shells on an LST (transport ship), referring to her as an "'angel' from a foxhole." As the ship deck shook from anti-aircraft gunnery, Smoky directed Wynne to avoid the fire that hit eight men standing nearby.

Smoky spent her spare time learning new tricks to entertain troops with Special Services and patients in hospitals from Australia to Korea. Smoky, according to Wynne, taught him as much as he taught her, and she developed a repertoire unlike any other dog of her time. In 1944, the magazine Yank Down Under named Smoky the "Champion Mascot in the Southwest Pacific Area."

Smoky's deception enabled her to become a hero in her own right by assisting engineers in the construction of an airbase at Lingayen Gulf, Luzon, a vital airfield for Allied warplanes. The Signal Corps needed to run a telegraph wire through a 70-foot-long (21-meter) pipe that was 8 inches (200 mm) in diameter early in the Luzon campaign. The soil had sifted through the corrugated sections at the pipe joinings, filling up to half of the pipe and limiting Smoky's movement to four inches in some places.

When Wynne appeared on NBC-TV after WWII, he told the story as follows:

“I tied a string (tied to the wire) to Smoky's collar and ran to the other end of the culvert . . . (Smoky) made a few steps in and then ran back. `Come, Smoky,' I said sharply, and she started through again. When she was about 10 feet in, the string caught up and she looked over her shoulder as much as to say `What's holding us up there?' The string loosened from the snag and she came on again. By now the dust was rising from the shuffle of her paws as she crawled through the dirt and mold and I could no longer see her. I called and pleaded, not knowing for certain whether she was coming or not. At last, about 20 feet away, I saw two little amber eyes and heard a faint whimpering sound . . . at 15 feet away, she broke into a run. We were so happy at Smoky's success that we patted and praised her for a full five minutes.”

Smoky's work saved approximately 250 ground crewmen from having to move around and keep 40 United States fighters and reconnaissance planes operational while a construction detail dug up the taxiway, putting the men and the planes in danger of enemy bombing. What would have been a dangerous three-day digging task to lay the wire took only minutes.

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Wynne and Smoky were featured on the front page of the Cleveland Press on December 7, 1945, when they returned from the war. Smoky quickly rose to national prominence. Over the next ten years, Smoky and Wynne travelled to Hollywood and around the world to demonstrate her extraordinary abilities, which included walking a tightrope while blindfolded. She appeared with Wynne on some of the earliest TV shows in the Cleveland area, including their own Castles in the Air show on Cleveland's WKYC Channel 3 that featured some of Smoky's incredible tricks. Smoky performed 42 times on live television without ever repeating a trick. Smoky and Wynne were also popular performers at veterans' hospitals.

Wynne claims that "after the war, Smoky entertained millions during the late 1940s and early 1950s."

Corporal" Smoky died unexpectedly on February 21, 1957, at the age of 14. Smoky was buried in World War II .30 calibre ammo box in the Cleveland Metroparks' Rocky River Reservation in Lakewood, Ohio, by Wynne and his family.

On Veterans Day, November 11, 2005, a bronze life-size sculpture of Smoky sitting in a GI helmet atop a two-ton blue granite base by Susan Bahary was unveiled there. It is located directly above the spot where Smoky was laid to rest. This memorial is dedicated to “Smoky, the Yorkie Doodle Dandy, and the Dogs of All Wars".

(𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞: 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 & 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐲)

(𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐀. 𝐖𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨)

(𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠)

09/20/2023

What a dog❣️❣️❣️❣️

MISS. MURPHY💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
09/18/2023

MISS. MURPHY💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Miss. Blue.....she's 15 years young💕💕💕💕
09/14/2023

Miss. Blue.....she's 15 years young💕💕💕💕

09/12/2023

🤭🤭🤭🤭

09/06/2023

😅😅😅😅❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
09/01/2023

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Happy National Dog Day!Roxy...there will never be another one like her!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
08/26/2023

Happy National Dog Day!
Roxy...there will never be another one like her!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

CODY...❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
08/26/2023

CODY...❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=677634741066238&id=100064591546555&mibextid=CDWPTG
08/26/2023

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=677634741066238&id=100064591546555&mibextid=CDWPTG

UPDATE: REUNITED!! Sully is home safe & sound after 2 days, 22 hours :)

"Thank you every who shared. We ended up hiring Sniff and Search Pet Recovery..Rene and her dogs found Sully in the fall grass, all the way through the woods behind our home."
-Sully's Owner
Please spread the word! Sully was LOST on August 26, 2023 in Seminole County, FL 32750 near Lake Mary YMCA

Message from Owner: Please help us find Sully. He is a black miniature schnauzer. He’s 13 years old, so he doesn’t have the best sight or hearing. He’s never been missing and I know he’s scared.

Description: Black Miniature Schnauzer

For more info or to contact Sully's owner, click here: https://www.pawboost.com/p/9461345

Lost or found a pet? Report it to PawBoost here: https://pbrs.io/l/rpl

CHESTER. .❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
08/26/2023

CHESTER. .❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

EMMYLOU..💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
08/25/2023

EMMYLOU..💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

HUCKLEBERRY......❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
08/25/2023

HUCKLEBERRY......❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

COOPER & DAISY MAE.....❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
08/25/2023

COOPER & DAISY MAE.....❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ruby...BEFORE & AFTER 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
08/24/2023

Ruby...BEFORE & AFTER
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A work in progress😅😅😅😅
08/23/2023

A work in progress😅😅😅😅

ANNIE...💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
08/22/2023

ANNIE...💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

TEELA.....💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
08/18/2023

TEELA.....💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

08/10/2023

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

OLIVER.....❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
07/29/2023

OLIVER.....❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

LUNA...💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
07/29/2023

LUNA...💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

CHARLIE...BEFORE & AFTER❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
07/27/2023

CHARLIE...BEFORE & AFTER
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