Monday at 9 am, I had one of those annual check-ups that ladies must endure. Spotted was still in my bag from the show over the weekend. While I was changing into the stupid open-front gown, seeing her face poking out at me was surprisingly comforting.
Virtual Brush Box 
yeah. I’d have found her little face comforting too. In fact, I probably would have taken her out and given her a sneaky kiss for luck.
Nice to know I’m not the only softie.
if i didn’t have Eowyn (service dog) with me i’d probably be holding on to Spotted myself.