Thelma Dudley
Thelma Dudley was one-hundred and five years old—in dog years. The Basset Hound was once an energetic and playful pup. Now her skin hung loose over her broad shoulder blades and fell sloppily past her stomach as if the extra years had caused her coat to stretch out. Her coat was once a mixture of a bright auburn that stood out against the crisp white and sharp black that also characterized her fur. After many years the auburn and the black had faded, and the white had darkened and showed strands of grey which gave her a dust covered appearance. Her long and thin black ears hung almost to the floor. As a pup her ears were the same length as they were in her adult years, and she would trip on them constantly as she ran around.
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