The Tuxedo Archives
Abstract
You might not know it by looking at her with her luxurious black curly fur, rust colored stockings and eyebrows, white paws, broad regal white chest, white muzzle and blaze and crowning tip of white fur on the tail, a tail that seems to be perpetual wagging, in a medium slow relaxed way, in an “I’m just hanging out and loving every moment of life,” an easy way kind of wag for most people not in the know would just look at her and say, she’s a dog, or she’s “just” a dog, or, in a rather frightened, anxious, way, she’s a BIG dog while others, quite embarrassingly, might even drop down on their knees, exclaiming, “What a BEAUTIFUL dog” or even “She’s the most beautiful dog I have ever seen!”