My baby girl--although there was no question who's girl she really was. Daddy, daddy, daddy. Go out? Nope, not unless it's daddy. Of course, she knew he would break out the treats for her. This is my favorite picture. Auntie Carol's whistle brought those ears right up into a perfect pose. The house is way too quiet without P2. There are way too many rugs everywhere (because walking on tile was her nightmare). There are way too many jars of treats and bags of treats and piles of toys. They all leave a hole in your heart, but this one is deep. Love you lots my Pretty Petunia.