A Tribute to Peanut
After 11 years of knowing and loving this little beagle, Peanut is now in a better and more comfortable place. She is probably off running Singing Beach , squeaking the squeakiest toys in the world, eating pizza (and every other food known to man), chasing squirrels, high-fiving everyone, and playing with her best buddy, "Spice-man". I feel so fortunate to have moved home in May and soaked up as much Conor/Caden/Zeta/Peanut time as possible this summer. While I was home, Peanut was pretty much the same as she had always been. Maybe a bit older and slower, but her relentless bark certainly didn't let up at all. She enjoyed her daily routine, laying from room to room following the sunniest and warmest spots throughout the house and going outside to bark at the people walking by. She wasn't the friendliest dog in the world, as she had a few biting incidents over the years (even my mom!). And she also made it kn...