Well hardly a polish, and almost zero spit, though she did once slobber, naturally. I usually think of shoes, but especially my old cadet boots and spit and polish. But when I was glancing through some photos I spied this shot of our dear (late) Sasha who wasn’t overly fond of starting a wash, but steadily got into it. Notably she’d go from grey to clean in no time, and she loved the feeling of releasing the dirt. She died last year at 14 a veteran of several moves and many experiences. I like to think she was well rounded, polished by her experiences.