"Topsie's gone flopsie, again," I remarked to Tinkerbelle. It had been a very hot week and Topsie was having the worst of it. Five minutes into a walk and she was flopped down on the ground. And there she would lay despite Tinkerbelle's coaxing, rolling around among the cooler blades of grass. I wished Topsie wouldn't fuss so much about the heat because it usually ended up with a trip to the groomer. Sure enough, a few days later, there we were getting our fur clipped. To be fair, a shorter cut is more comfortable and Topsie even got two bows in her hair.
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| Topsie flopped down |
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| Topsie with bows in her hair |
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