Death and Taxes

I will leave it up to the reader to draw inferences from the ominous title; let's just say that February started off badly.  We lost some dear people, friends and neighbors, and on top of that I had to assemble our finances for the tax preparer, which means hunting down every receipt for the farm - a task that is akin to hunting for the Higgs boson.

Now, it wasn't all doom and gloom, since there was also a welcome wedding announcement in the mix, but the event that finally brightened a wretched month and allowed me to have a positive outlook on a cloudy day?  That was brought to me courtesy of Decibel, of course.

After almost 2 years of persistent effort she has finally converted Ralph into a playmate.  And after observing this a few times, I finally got photographic proof of this conversion.  The pictures aren't the best, after all, it was a cloudy day, but joy makes its own kind of sunshine...

Who would have thought Ralph could be this relaxed and bouncy around another big dog?  But then, Decibel's charm is irresistible.  No surprise there.