Lucy was my 50th birthday present. Today she is 11 years old (you do the rest of the math). She is as pretty as the day I brought her home, sitting on Gus' lap the whole ride. She follows me everywhere and plunks down behind me wherever I go, whatever I'm doing. I trip over her every time. At least one of us never learns. But she is sweet and loving, and she is a loyal friend. Today she will have venison and ice cream, maybe together.