A sweet girl and a wonderful woman shared a birthday yesterday. One of them is still with us, the other is not, alas.
Olive is 12! She had her regular grooming appointment, then she indulged Van a few minutes by tolerating the cheerful hat.
I had the evening over there last night, and she was in a good mood for a little girl who is now 12. Not a young dog anymore, but loving and lovely as ever.
By coincidence, Conrad's mother's birthday was yesterday. She would have been 97. It's two and a half years since she passed away. I've only been back to Conrad's home town once since the funeral, a wretched trip up there for the burial, which I missed thanks to food poisoning. I might go up there with Conrad this summer. I know he misses his mom.











