Remembrance of times past

It's daisy season here in northern California.  Last year a friend gave me a bucketful of dug up daisies when she was thinning out her garden.  They proliferate like hangers in a dark closet so this year I have even more.  I'll trim them down when they look pitiful and they'll come back for a second bloom later in the summer.  You just can't lose with these guys.

Steve and I attended Youngest Daughter's open house this afternoon.  I insisted on taking Demi, who was wearing her Social-Therapy "dress," and asked the director if a regular dog presence would be helpful.  She assured me yes, so we might get on the calendar before long.

Since we so seldom have reason to be in the chemotherapy infusion suite now we have lots of extra time.  I can always read, but I think Demi is a bit bored.  She's been working since she was eight weeks old and I first took her to Juvenile Hall.  She was so tiny, due to her prematurity, that I brought her in a cat carrier -  her crate for a full three months.  She was wearing her little yellow training cape, cute as can be!