Old friends

I returned from a weekend away to learn that Scout, the sixteen-year-old Labrador retriever next door, had died during my absence. While he was ancient by big-dog standards, everyone in the neighborhood misses his good-natured doofusness. The bulldog puppy also living next door, while adorable as all bulldog puppies are, just isn't the same.

However: Stumpy the semi-tailless squirrel is still hanging around the back yard. This is a good thing.