Loren and I are home in Effingham for a few days for my Aunt Karen's memorial today. On Monday, Karen passed away after a battle with cancer. She was the second-youngest of my mom's seven brothers and sisters and will be remembered fondly.
On the drive down earlier this week, Brady was sound asleep before we made it to the interstate when we were leaving Ann Arbor, and again slept through nearly the entire seven hour trip home. Even though we were home two weeks ago for Thanksgiving, I think Brady has grown since my parents saw him then.
My dad is still working on getting Brady and cats to be buddies. Brady is a bit overly friendly for the cats, who aren't sure how to interpret his enthusiasm when he wants to play.
My parents' back porch, which has survived two Golden Retrievers in the family, unfortunately succumbed yesterday to sharp puppy teeth, and Brady is no longer allowed unattended on the porch after having started chewing through the floorboards. As a result, he spent time hanging out by himself in the backyard while we attended the memorial. When we got home, our muddy little Brady enjoyed his first bath time.
