Dora is back.

Last night, as we prepared for our "three-dog-night" bedtime routine, my Mom came upstairs, as she usually does, to lend a hand with the pups. Yesterday she carried two envelopes with her, up to the dining room. The envelopes contained photos I had never seen. It was another "eureka moment," when an unexpected cache of photos appears in the house. Coincidentally, Mr. Irene visited his folks yesterday, and they, too, produced a few folders of "new" old snapshots.

I thought I had ferreted out all of the old family photos. I don't want the stream of old photos to end. But I've also considered how this blog will evolve when the old images all have been posted. I am delighted when I can postpone transformations.

So here is Dora, coaxing her little doggie to stay in the beg position:

Kaunas, Lithuanian Soviet Socialist Republic, September 10, 1959. Dora writes,"I am wearing the taffetta dress with 'Pupkė,' our little dog. But this is a weak photo. I look much better in real life."

(We have named two of our dogs, Pupa and Poppy, after the term "'Pupkė," a common Lithuanian word of endearment. My Mom, for example, still calls me "Pupulė.")