Valerie Good

Cleo the Elder’s Wisdom

I adopted Cleo at the beginning of March this year. She’s got a graceful little scurrying trot and a slight underbite that gives her a crooked smile. She has glassy eyes full of expression that seem to peer into your soul and a white spot on the back of her neck with little grey feet that make her look like she’s always wearing socks. She doesn’t play fetch, or care for chew toys and rarely ever barks. Maybe I’m biased, but I lucked out.