Day 4: Someone who makes you happy


As much as I would love to be predictable and have a picture of my husband or my kids here, you all pretty much know that they make me happy.

So I decided to put a picture up of my old dog Charley. She is 12 years old and finally starting to show her age. But she is forever faithful and loves to go for walks around the farm with me. She often walks so close to me she is nearly tripping me over, which she has always done.
The other day she decided she could catch a wallaby.
It didn't quite go the way she thought it might (she fell in a hole, then lost her way back to me).
She is a faithful companion though and has listened to all my troubles.
She is ferocious and fierce.
She loves kids and is patient with all of them.


I won't be posting over the next few days as I will be out at the farm minus electricity.
Hope you all have a wonderful easter.
Please remember to give generously to the Good Friday Appeal (which you know is close to my heart)



Comments

  1. HilaryApril 4, 2012 at 9:33 PM

    I am enjoying seeing all your photos.

    I hope you and yours have a wonderful easter.

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  2. TheThingsIdTellYouApril 5, 2012 at 8:40 AM

    Awww..Laughed at taking on a wallaby though. Hope she wasn't hurt falling down the hole? Thanks for the reminder about the Good Friday appeal. I don't listen to the radio or watch TV, so I'd have missed it entirely.

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