Mangy, scruffy, dirty, shabby, tattered, threadbare, floppy, worn, ragged. If my sister's house had fleas, it would be flea bitten. Cast off long ago by both me and my brother, Kathi was devoted, smitten, head over heels in love. We gamely tried to restore its original goat-like beauty with eye buttons and marker eyelashes, but no Beverly Hills surgeon could rejuvenate that sagging neck. In spite of the alphabet of adjectives, The Giggy endures as our family's legendary mascot.
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