“Promises, promises, promises! The tongue jabbers, the heart
strives, fails, strives again. The world is perfect.
Love, however, is an opera, a history, a long walk, that
includes falling and rising, falling and rising, while the heart
stays as sweet as a peach, as radiant and grateful as the deep-leaved hills.”

 From “Rhapsody,” by Mary Oliver.

  Lenore, the Love Dog, has never met a mud puddle she doesn’t love. There is a swampy bog on the path we walk each day and Lenore wades in coming, and then going. She comes out covered in crud, reeking of mud and decay,and happy as can be. She knows who she is.