It's been four months now since we lost our dear friend Daisy. But now, once more, the pitter patter of little doggy feet
can be heard around the old homestead. This is not something we were planning, but sometimes events just sort of carry you
along and in the end you wonder how it could have been any different. Nicky was a stray who caught the attention of a friend
of Becky's last weekend at the laundromat. Having five dogs herself, she briefly wracked her brain before she recalled our
canine-free condition and suggested that we might like to have a look. ("A look" as many of you know is pretty much the kiss
of death. And so the rest, as they say, is history.) We have notified the various animal control agencies locally in attempt
to locate the owner, but have come up blank.
So now we have a Nicky, or is it Niki? We don't really know for sure yet. He's about a year old, we think. A Shih Tzu influenced
mutt. Pretty well housebroken. Extremely friendly. An avid ballplayer. Our new best friend. Hope you'll all get a chance to
meet him soon.