My very first act of my 45th year was to step my bare foot directly into strategically placed bedside dog barf this very early morning.
(thank you dear schnoodle with a tummy ache)
To remind myself of dog puke free moments, I would like to happily post some summertime photos of those days back when I was 44.
So here, without order or direction, and only because I enjoy them... are some of my favorites.
(thank you dear schnoodle with a tummy ache)
To remind myself of dog puke free moments, I would like to happily post some summertime photos of those days back when I was 44.
So here, without order or direction, and only because I enjoy them... are some of my favorites.
| My little sidekick. |
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| Lily and Anna shark hunting in Hilton Head. |
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| Rose in profile |
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| Jamie with his mustache. |
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| Mary with young friends in Guatemala. |
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| Karl playing the rainy course at St. Andrew's. |
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| spotty ponies and their girls |
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| Lily |
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| Jamie |
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| Henry at the zoo |
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| Mary and I in Guatemala |
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| Jamie falconing in West Virginia |
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| Group hug for Anna |
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| Henry and his big fish |
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| Miss Rosie G. |
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