Biscuit

No... it's not a a small quick bread made from dough that has been rolled out and cut or dropped from a spoon.

She's my buddy. See her smiling at me. Yes, she does smile.

Biscuit loves to sit on the porch with us at night. She looks out over the yard as if she is surveying her kingdom. Yes, she owns that yard.

She also loves to ride in the truck with Joe. If she doesn't get to go ride for two days, she pouts. She loves to go to the hardware store with him. What's better than an old Geezer and his dog.

Yes, I love this dog. (ssshhh, don't tell her I called her a dog.)