Me.

Sadly, this is the only digital picture that include me in my aspect as  carpentorial genius.  Taken at  Jean's place  in South Kingstown in September 1999 as I was building  a self-designed deck on the back of  house on Tower Hill Road.  Right nice deck it is, if I say so myself.

The more I learn of people, the more I admire dogs.

    This here is a pix of my late and much loved pet Tango.  I was never a dog person until I started hanging out with Ms. Larsen . . . and now I suspect I have become a convert.  Tango was  a samoyed, rather large for the breed at about 100 pounds.

    He came to us full grown after his  previous owner—the surviving mate of an elderly couple.  Jean & I learned that Tang had some of the attendant problems of older critters such as arthritis and anal-gland infections  . . .  Then we found out he was diabetic as well.  

    For the better part of six years, we injected him with insulin twice a day. 

    Of all the many beings and creatures I have encountered in my years, I never met a more gentle,  mellow and good-natured creature that Tango.  He was a good soul, a great dog and a wonderful companion.

The new kid.

        This little bundle of fuzz is Casey.  Born June 1, 2002, this little bundle of fuzz is the joy—and the bane—of our existence these days.   Casey is 18 weeks old as I write this and he is a marvelous bundle of energy, full of mischief and curiosity.

    He's a pip.

    Sometimes he's a glady knight.