Wrestling with Magic. Archie had passed away, old age did her in, and Magic came along to keep Marj occupied and provide comic relief. Magic was a Boxer who loved car rides and hated Bill Greer. Poor bill, all he did was wash the windows when Marj went down to gas up. She took exception to his handling or touching the windshield and I tried as best she could to get that offensing hand, smearing dog saliva on the inside while the outside was getting clean.
One of our Christmas poses and as I have mentioned before, I wish I had taken pics of everyday life, rather than these staged posed pictures.
The final resting place of Archie. She was put down one summer morning. As I was heading out to Uncle Ed's to work she was lying on the front sidewalk and it was evident this was her last sunrise. We had anticpated this and I had built a wooden coffin for her. Doc Kingry came over and put her to rest, then in the box and graciously buried her for us. Hell of a dog and lived a nice long time.
Christmases were festive, fun and lavish at the Blythe's.
Young guy apparently not wanting his picture taken. I wonder who took it? I was the resident picture-taker, so whenever I see me in one it was usually Marj. But I don't think this was, the angle is wrong. Maybe one of those new whippersnappers like Jason, maybe.
Speaking of Jason, here he is with magic. Magic seems to have been a new addition as her ears seem to have been newly cropped. Those are the bandages so this was a very recent procedure.
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