"In memory of my Dazy dog. I adopted Dazy from a family in Campton, NH shortly after I graduated from college. She was 10 months old at the time, and came with the name Daisy (which I changed to Dazy as she was a bit of a basket case). Dazy had been given away as a pup, but later returned to the family—something about a boyfriend who wasn’t very kind to her. It would take a long time for her to fully learn to trust. She would always be a shy dog. Dazy and I spent our life together in Ashland, NH. Her ashes are buried at the top of the hill that overlooks I93 and Burger King. It was our favorite after work walk/hike. Dazy always liked to sit high and take in the view." Given by June Rogier and John Gutowski.