I can't remember if she is 7 or 8 today (I am a terrible mother) but I do know it is Pounie's birthday. We adopted her as a year old dog from a family in Gatineau. She came to us when the clover fields were blooming and I will never forget the first time she ran through the flowers, popping up here and there. She had a big smile on her face.
I am feeling much better although behind in my housework and cooking to the point of not knitting too much. HD is now under the grippe. I warned him of the stages...1) you get the aches 2) you get the chills 3) you get sweats. Nothing a little wool can't cure.