My friend Daisy

Every day on our afternoon walk, we come back home down the alley. About 1/2 way there, I'll start crying for my friend Daisy, who is often out on her back patio sleeping. If she's there, she'll slowly make her way down to the back gate to say hi to us.

Sometimes however, she'll just be lying back there already... like she is here. It looks like she's been having some lumpy problems too, but it looks ok to me. Anyways, it's always a nice surprise to see her on our afternoon walks.

Mischa