Curly is the mayor of my street. A great big malamute with a heart of gold, she loves to hang out in her yard and smile at everyone who walks past her fence.
If you bring her treats...
or if you have your dog for her to say hello to, Curly comes to the fence for a sniff and a scratch.
I've learned that when neighbors are confused about where I live, if I say "across from Curly" they know the exact spot.
I hadn't seen Curly in a week or so and had started to worry (she's an old girl), so when I saw her outside yesterday, I ran inside for treats and the camera. I would miss my Culry girly if she went away. Such a sweetie.
