It was a year ago just a week before Christmas that we took a ride out east of Cleveland to bring Daisy back home. She cried all the way home and we got stuck in traffic. She is a joy and a pain like all good pups. She likes to be where we are working, either in the sewing room with me or out in the wood shop with Sonny. We comb her hair most every day now to keep her from getting knots in her hair. She sheds as she is a first litter doodle. Wouldn’t trade her for anything. I tried to get her to put the piece of bone down that she has in her mouth in this picture, but she was not in a co-operative mood.