Sweet Boy

Well, I received some bad news this evening. Slickers, our foster greyhound, had moved to a new foster home within the last two weeks. We have missed him terribly, but our lives have settled back into "normal" (whatever that is!) for us. He needed a quiet home with another greyhound to keep him company, and our house was just too much of a zoo for such an oldtimer.
Tonight, I learned that Slick had fallen ill in the last few days, not eating and not acting himself. At the vet this afternoon, he was put down due to a bleeding disorder and some seizure activity. Since he was suffering, and there was nothing more that could be done for his 11.5 year old body, Slick's new foster mom had to let him go. I am saddened by all of this, but deep down I knew that something was wrong with old Slick. I am happy that his body is whole again, and he can once again run like the wind. Be free, sweet Slick! We love you :)

Stop and Photograph the Daisies

Ok, I took the camera outside this afternoon to catch a photo of the toad who had escaped from Meg. He hopped off under the playhouse out of view... Anyway, our gerbera daisies have decided to bloom again after a week of rain from TS Fay left them fat and full of water. Their little vacuoles are so satisfied right now. Little do they know that they will be wilting again soon as I do little in-betwen tropical storm watering myself. I tried to get my little helper to douse them for me this afternoon, but he insisted on watering his feet and the well-fed weeds around the flower bed. At least he had a good time... :)
So here's what I shot...