Piper

This is Piper, our Golden Retriever pup.  She's eight months old.

My father-in-law calls her Hyper. 

Our yard is strewn with deer bones, dead moles, raccoon claws, chewed up shoes, shredded rugs, and a variety of other choice items brought to us by Piper.

Photo by Erica

If you did yesterday's algebra, you found out that the gift recipient in the song received a total of twenty-two pipers piping.  I'm glad I only have one Piper.

And I'll be glad when I don't hear that song again for a while.