This is the view I wake up to in the morning.
Life is good. It doesn’t stay peaceful like this long though.
Meva will start begging for a walk. and if she doesn’t get her way she starts making little cries of despair and moaning until you give in and get dressed and head out the door.
This is an old picture of Meva – she is not such a little puppy any more. Here she is a little bigger.
I am trying to find a more recent picture of my dog but I am the cabin and the computer up here only has older files in it. So it will have to wait till I am at home again.