Wag the Dog
Meet Maizie.
This picture was taken two months ago, so she'll likely be considerably larger when we bring her home on Saturday. Mama was a German Shepherd, but Papa was a rolling stone. Judging from her markings and blue eyes, however, it's likely he was at least part husky.
My dearest Parker is, to the puzzlement of the veterinary establishment, still alive and kicking. Her tumor is huge, giving her an unfortunate Quasimodo-like visage, but she still eats like a hog and has the energy to chase my mother-in-law's cats all over the woods. Yesterday she apparently found a dismembered deer leg on which to gnaw, so life is pretty sweet. I love her and hate that it's just a matter of time before she's gone, but also feel blessed that she's lived much longer (and better) than we envisioned this time last year.