Cheepdog

My rockrose has a single flower. It's hiding the papery white and maroon petals, turned away from the house (or maybe I should be more generous and say it's inviting the neighbors in). I would have seen it sooner, but I didn't do my usual walk around the block this morning...The farm has lost its cheepdog.

My beloved Jojo, older than the hills but still with plenty of wag in him, decided he was plain old done on Friday. Weak on his walk and not up for breakfast, he could hardly get up by afternoon and was gone by evening.

He came to me so late in his life, and was such an easygoing and loving dog, I looked on every day with him as a bonus for us both. Thanks Jo, you are missed.