I made a new friend at the park yesterday. His name is Charlie. Charlie was the name of Candy's mate. Candy was my first dog and, another standard poodle. I was five years old when she was carried through our door.

It amazes me how I can remember the name of her mate and I can't remember things like the names of my senators, the dates of World Wars, the names of all the presidents ...

Talk about selective memories. Guess I keep track of the good stuff.

Isn't he a gorgous boy?! I love poodles ...