When I'm fifty three...............

Cake , stove , old man .

Rainbow in May .

That was the day that Daisy died................

Sure something , death , after 6 months of increasing illness , Daisy finally died this morning , poor , poor darling Daisy , not an easy life , no easy death , hopefully off to a better place .




We had her for only one year , and just a few days shy of her 10th birthday , but man , Daisy rocked , she was the kindest , happiest of hound , not a beauty ,but she always managed to crack us up with her funny ears , four legged vertical jumps , and her floppy lying down and big smile walk.


Go girl go !


And life continues , dogwalks ,sunshine , Mt. Arrowsmith , beach...............



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