Getting old

It was a beautiful sunny day in May of 1995 when we decided to visit the Humane Society and adopt a puppy. I thought it would be horrendously difficult to make a decision and I was right. Any one of those pups in a cage, barking frantically to get our attention would have made a fine pet. Besides, how do you choose one without crying your eyes out over the dozens that stay behind?

Then there was Casey, laying quietly on her paws, those eyes locking onto us and the two caterpillar eyebrows moving independently as she looked from Mr. F to me and back again. It was a done deal.

Here we are, almost fifteen years later and she is still going, still doing most of the things dogs do. When she was a pup, her markings made her look like a masked bandit, a perfect face for her impish and willful personality. There's still some of that left in her.


doggie morph

movie stars morph (must have taken ages)