our darling girl

We had to say goodbye last Wednesday to our oldest girl, Briana our sweet black lab.

But rather than share my weeping and wailing over her departure, I want remember a time a while back when she made me laugh. She was a quirky dog.

I left her alone for 15 minutes to go to the post office and when I returned there was a trail of white powder from the front door, through the house, back to the kitchen, where I found this - see photo.

At first, I flipped out as any mother would do upon seeing a bag of white powder busted open on her kitchen floor. Could it be poison? Has Briana developed a taste for poison? Does she have a drug habit we were never aware of?

Upon further invesigation I realized that our 15 year old arthritic dog had removed an entire bag of flour from a shelf in the pantry, dragged it to her bed, and went to town on it. She had flour caked in her nose holes and gumming up her mouth = truly gross, but hysterical.

Thanks for your love and devotion, and for never failing to surprise us. Until we meet again...