A funny day. When coming home from church heared that there was a note in the letter box simply overflowing with envy, telling us to give the dog enough to eat. Ervin said we should take no notice of it, I told we should put out a small polite begging those who do, not to give the dog anything,…

Our poor old dog is gone. He wasn’t so old, though. Perhaps someone poisoned him. (photo: Hilda's own, his nephew, Ervin Korpás in the cart)