Poor Tigerlilly

One of my joys while being out of work is having the boys home with me on Mondays and Fridays.  We try to take Tigerlilly out for a walk in the morning before it gets too warm.  Ian delights sharing information about Tiger with other dog owners in the General Mills preserve, where we walk.  He's overheard me tell people she's 13 years old and of course he knows her name.  This morning he added to his information; he told one woman, "Our dog's name is Tigerlilly.  She's older than me 'cause I'm 4 and she's 13.  She's a mixed-up dog."  When the woman gave me a puzzled look I explained: she's a hound mix.  Gotta give him credit for trying.