It doesn't seem like it has been 17 months since Missy, the World's Most Cowardly Mutt, died. Whenever I see any dog my thoughts go back to her and our mutual admiration relationship. She spent her last days in BFE and because of the low windows she left her marks on most of them. I washed the windows (I swear) before I rented it out last year, except for this area in one of the front windows. It still remains an area where her noseprints survive. I can't bring myself to wash it off. This is the last of Missy, and now that the house has sold, I assume that her carbon pawprints, or noseprints will cease to exist altogether. But as long as I see dogs with owners...she lives.
It's Monday and the start of another work week. Except for me. I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers. These pics need no words. Why muddy the waters? They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley. The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter. If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one. But, please, no more.
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