Sunday, October 7, 2012


You remember my walking buddy, Jack, our doberman who passed away in October 2009.
This is Mick, who entered our lives just after the New Year 2012.
In late August he reached his first birthday.
His personality is still part 2-year-old, part teenager, but he's getting better all the time.
And he is finally almost as good a walking buddy as Jack was, and he's a lot of fun.
He's got his willful side, as did the human boys my husband Bob and I raised years ago.
But he loves the sky, as I do.
He loves the woodland, as I do.
He loves my Bob, as I do.
He loves to have fun, as I do...
What more could I ask?