to vote for favorites. Only 6 votes needed to get on the list.My sister-in-law and her family left for Italy this week where they plan on spending a year. Well, most of her family. They leave behind a nineteen year old daughter, Nicole, and a Labrador Retriever named Cash, both of whom we have inherited. Nicole gets her own room, and Cash seems intent on taking over the remainder of the house.
Cash
Cash is handsome. He looks like a dog you would see in an oil painting of a duck hunt. Shiny reddish brown hair with a proud head that comes to about my hip. When you take him out people go out of their way to give him a scratch on the head and say, “That’s a beautiful looking dog.” Occasionally this degrades into exuberant baby talk delivered with pursed lips, “You’re a good boy. Are’n'cho a good boy. Yes you are.” Cash seems OK with this as long as the embarrassing display is accompanied by petting.
He eats and drinks in huge drooling mouthfuls, and it is a strain on Michelle’s nerves. Keeping the floors to our usual standards is difficult. I am willing to adjust them downwards to accommodate, I’m good that way, but Michelle feels differently. I try to compensate by doing all the walking, which is the fun part, so if she buys that plan, I’m golden.
It is nice having them around. I will have to give Cash back when his family returns. We may get to keep Nicole though.
At the beach in Victoria
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