He reminds me of my 17-year-old dog that we lost last year… stiff legs, tiny steps, wandering. It’s sad on a personal level and horrifying that he’s our representation to the world.
He reminds me of my 17-year-old dog that we lost last year… stiff legs, tiny steps, wandering. It’s sad on a personal level and horrifying that he’s our representation to the world.
He reminds me of my 17-year-old dog that we lost last year… stiff legs, tiny steps, wandering. It’s sad on a personal level and horrifying that he’s our representation to the world.
It would be fine if the mind was sharp. coherent and logical.. Roosevelt was in a wheelchair.