The weather in Vermont was glorious. Every day was clear, sunny, and around seventy degrees, and every evening was chilly. Carrie, the Irish Setter, tolerated Biscuit, the English Springer Spaniel puppy, the way any aging beauty would – with a great deal of pouting and eye-rolling. Also, some milk bones were brazenly snatched, leaving little recourse for a young puppy who hasn’t yet established her allies.
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carrie lets me imagine what my good old irish setter might have looked like, had she not lost her battle to cancer much too early in her eventful life.
(cool blog)
Carrie is the latest in a long line of Irish Setters. My grandparents have had Irish Setters ever since I was a little kid, with odd names like Breeze and Rumor. Sometimes they get the names confused, so they revert to just “Dog.” “Dog” did this or that.
Here are some more pictures of Carrie.
http://flickr.com/photos/97279512@N00/
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