Baxter has died ...

... at the extreme old age of 19. He was the world's best therapy dog. Here is a little tribute to him.

Even when he was no longer able to walk he continued to be wheeled in on his little red wagon to comfort patients.

Maire is still laughing that I am looking at cute dog stories. Me! ha.

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Old coot with favorite niece.

(we had a costume party in Boone last night. I went as myself in a white suit and puffing on a cigar (unlit).

And won the best costume award.

a lovely plastic bat demon

This is another picture from a reader of the Daily Dish, supposedly from his window. It is West Jefferson NC, just a half hour or so from our house. It does a good job of catching the mountain atmosphere.