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Here are photos of Caia as a full grown two year old!
 Caia, pretty as a constellation!
 Caia, sitting pretty
One of our favorite portraits of Caia, taken late 2010.
Cassiopeia lives in Northern Virginia with Paula and Leonard and their two boys. Paula recently shared this photo update, which includes pictures from a coincidental meeting with them while we (Caia’s owners and Rose and her family) were on vacation at the same time in the Outer Banks! We ran across each other on the beach and quickly figured out we were both part of the kooikerhondje network of owners and fans.
 Caia at the OBX in Sept. 2010, enjoying the sun and breeze.
 Outer Banks with us, summer 2010.
 Caia meeting Rosemary at the beach in Sept.
 Swimming at the pool and loving it. What a water dog she is! We can't keep her out of the water.
 With her "cousin" Fito, my brother's dog. She and he love to play and hang out.
 One of her many outdoor walks in the park behind our home in Virginia.
 Caia helped pick out our Christmas tree for 2010.
 All sprawled out in the living room in her favorite position.
 Early April in DC looking at the cherry blossoms. She is always an attention grabber when we take her onto town!
Cassiopeia is the fourth puppy in Rosewood’s C Litter.
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The great pleasure of a dog is that you make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, he will make a fool of himself too.
– Samuel Butler
Personally, I would not give a fig for any man's religion whose horse, cat and dog do not feel its benefits. Life in any form is our perpetual responsibility.
- S. Parkes Cadman
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
- Groucho Marx
To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
- Aldous Huxley
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring—it was peace.
- Milan Kundera
Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
- Mark Twain
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