My brother Ray’s poodles, Rosie, the very tiny one, and Daisy, the somewhat less tiny one. Rosie is sort of dignified and elegant and will cuddle in the crook of your arm for an hour or three, but Daisy is a maniac who demands constant attention. They’re both hilarious and adorable. Oh, and Daisy has some disease that JFK also had -- Addison’s? She’s fine as long as she’s on her meds.
Speaking of medical issues: poor Leonard the cat, about whom I blogged recently, has passed to that giant catnip field in the sky. His person, Brian, is very sad...
