Wrong frequency

Earth to Casey...come in Casey.

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Do you read me, Casey? Repeat...do you read m......

Oh well, I guess the little radio antennas aren't working properly.

It's been a while since I've blipped this sweet old thing. All the breeds that she's a mixture of, have life spans of eight to twelve years. She could be the poster dog for adoption of a mutt from the Humane Society. Making it to fifteen with only a bit of deafness and loss of eyesight is a good run, I'd say. Her big loving heart and silly little ways certainly haven't changed.