Yesterday I had a playdate with this tiny lady. She weighs six ounces and was found crying and soaked under a Coke machine during a thunderstorm. As she is too young to be motherless, I can assume my parents saved her life.

Her favorite sleeping spot is on my father's pacemaker; the black lab (her biggest fan) gives her tremendous gentle tongue baths; her name is Gracie May.
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