A tree for Lucy.

The veterinary network that our vet clinic is in sponsors a tree planting event for people who let go of a pet during the year. The municipality allows the network to plant trees in a public park, with the win-win-win of people honouring their pet, increasing native plant cover, and increasing shade over a largely unshaded park. Today was the day, a sunny and warm-ish morning, kind of a bittersweet day.

You can choose a specific tree from the available ones, all of which are native to southwest Ontario. We chose a Tulip Tree because a tulip tree seed sprouted unbidden and unexpectedly in our yard about the time Lucy also unexpectedly came into our lives.

Taken to it.

We got this dog bed for Lucy, who doesn’t care for it. On the other hand Fitzi has quite taken to it.

Tucked in.

Lucy, tucked in for an afternoon snooze.

Lucy, at rest.

Much loved Lucy.

Watches the world pass by.

Lucy watches the world pass by. We raise the window curtain so she can do this, which reduces the possibility the will become bored. A bored dog can be a mischievous dog.

Displayed her handiwork.

Lucy displayed her handiwork (pawiwork?) after unravelling a ball of yarn. Faye was less than appreciative.

Warily eyes.

Lucy warily eyes a squirrel which is thirty feet up in the silver maple tree.

Lucy sits pretty . . .

. . . if a little akimbo.

Sleepy pup.

Sleepy pup.

A fine companion.

fine companion with which to share the first morning of Daylight Saving Time.