The Summer of '01:  Zoe visits, Waldo is still a minature furball, and Maine is our new venture.
I think this started out as one of Zoe's joke-pics, but I like it a lot.  Her avocado mask is like something out of Japanese theatre, and her shades do wonders for me.
Rocky gets a rubdown.
Not too many are aware of my close association with LBJ.
Pat, sanding out her new auction-find:  a mahogany coat rack.
When I could still carry Waldini the Weenie.  A year later he is pushing 80# and the halcyon days of youth have flown.