Even with her bath Tuesday evening, I'm still picking little specks of dried algae out of Ella's fur. It's like someone sprinkled her with diced parsley.
If I smell a backyard grill, I'm not letting her out of my sight.
Even with her bath Tuesday evening, I'm still picking little specks of dried algae out of Ella's fur. It's like someone sprinkled her with diced parsley.
If I smell a backyard grill, I'm not letting her out of my sight.