B is for Black Dog

If I wanted to make myself cry when I was a kid, I would look at these photos.

They are of my folks and their first baby, Bruno.

Bruno died when I was 3, I have fond memories of hiding underneath the deck and sharing milk bones with him

"One for me, one for you."

The day he didn't eat his milk bone I knew he was sick so I told my worries to mom.

We all cried on the green furniture of the livingroom when dad came home from the vet, and though Bruno's death was devastating there we were, a family, united in the loss and love.

B is for Black Dog

This is Clifford. I visit him and my Aunt Joan once a week and we are always all happy to see each other. Cliffy was born last fall so this is his first summer. He goes to Shubie park pretty much everyday which makes Cliffy the luckiest dog in the world! The following is a flickr reply from Aunt Joan to Aunt Marg's "Cute" Comment about Cliffy:

He can be annoying at times (especially when he insists on having a walk when it's pouring outside like tonight) but he's a lot of fun.

*all photos belong to Joan Simpson