Typical sight – Newfoundland winter
It’s her birthday month . . . my sweet “Daffodil” (aka “Beast”) is turning 8. Where did the years go? Seems like yesterday I picked up my little, gray Newfoundland puppy at Logan Airport in Boston. She enthusiastically wiggled out of her shipping crate and instantly bonded with her forever family. Small enough to fit through the legs of my then 2 year old daughter, it was difficult to imagine her growing up to be the 100 lb+ girl she is today.
At age 8, Daffodil is now considered a senior, but it’s not slowing her down. She still turns heads as she strolls down the sidewalk on our morning walk to the harbor. Sure, her steps may be slower, but her spirit is strong.
Daffodil is in her element during these brutally cold winter months here in New England. Negative wind chills? Her nose points up to the breeze…
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