Laces, five years ago, with a Bryophyllum. She really never cared for having her picture taken, hence the less-than-pleased expression.
I first met her when I was dating my husband seven years ago and it was then that I was treated to the story of how she got her somewhat unusual name. Bob took his children to the breeder’s to choose a puppy, and an adorable little fuzzball rushed right up to my future step-daughter, and immediately tugged on her shoelaces with her teeth, untying them. This thoroughly delighted the whole family. They felt, and rightly so, that this puppy had chosen them. Apparently she retained a thing for shoelaces for quite some time, although she did eventually grow out of it. But Laces didn’t grow out of being friendly, playful and interested in everything around her. When I married my husband, she became my buddy, and I felt that she had also chosen me. I had long been a cat person, and experiencing the affection of a dog was a new and wonderful experience.
I do have a plant-related anecdote about her. Several years ago, when I was getting into cacti and succulents, Bob had a request for me. He asked me not to add any cacti with glochids to my collection. I asked him why, and he said he was afraid that our animals might hurt themselves, particularly the dogs. Just as I was pooh-poohing the idea, saying that our pets mostly ignore my plants, Laces walked up to an Aeonium that was on a low shelf and licked it. Well, alrighty then.
Goodbye, good girl. Your Karen misses you.