This is me with Muffin (Muffie). Leonard and I as well as Muff climbed to the top of Black Mountain in the Bighorns on the 4th of July, 1994. (9,500 ft.) We all struggled for oxygen, even her. I was a chicken. You had to jump some rocks to get on up to the lookout tower and my nerves failed me. Leonard made it.
This, also, is in the mountains. Muff was a darling little dog. We managed to keep her till she was about 12.
You've seen my last kitty, Maxie. Here she is with Teddy. At that time she was almost 22 and Teddy was about two years old. Such dears.
This is Teddy when he wasn't fully grown. He was a purebred Pomeranian. Leonard had to talk me into getting a Pomeranian. All I could think of was a fat lady carrying around a little yappy dog. Then we got him and I was hooked. Yep! My mental image was right. He was a great little dog. Diane