My nine year old, red brindle, slightly chubby pit bull girl is a grinner. It is the ultimate statement of joy when she pulls her lips back to show her teeth in a beauty pageant grin. I treasure Lulu's grins and I have been trying to get a good picture of Lulu's grin for the whole eight years she has lived with me. This is one of the best shots. Grinning requires a lot of wiggling and dancing.
This weekend the senior, red, starved girl who has not told us her name yet is staying with me. She grins too. She is in my guest room so she can have peace and quiet to rest and regain her strength away from prying dog eyes and teasing cats. Every time I open the door to visit her I am greeted with a wide grin that makes her whole body wiggle and dance.
Her specialty is the one sided grin. She flashes a half smile for every little joy she experiences, whether its sniffing the morning air, settling down on a clean blanket, or licking her dinner bowl clean.
This is one brave and strong girl. She has no muscles and yet somehow she proudly trots around the back yard when its her time outside. She can't get enough affection and melts for belly rubs and massages. She deserves to spend the rest of her life warm and loved, with a full belly, grinning for someone who treasures her as I treasure my grinning girl.
She has really earned her happy ending.