Every week or so I try and go to the old town cemetery to take photos, and I usually bring Izzy. Today I brought Lenore, and it was touching to me – meaningful – to see how she followed me around the cemetery, laying down quietly and watching me as I worked. I have never seen her so quiet and serious seeming. She seemed to read me and what I was doing. She added to my work, did not disrupt it. I loved having her there. It was bonding. It is a different contest for the Hound of Love, it opened something deeper inside of her than I had seen before.

   I took Lenore to the cemetery this week instead of Izzy. I want to give her more chances to work, an also was curious to see if this happy and free spirit could get into the quiet nature of photography in a cemetery, which requires me to be more sensitive and respectful.
  She did. She is a working girl, and like Izzy, she sat quietly while I worked, never being intrusive or loud or disrepectful of the place. She seemed to understand the mood behind what I was doing, and entered into the spirit of it. This is why I love working dogs. She had never been in a cemetery, and I never saw her more quiet or contemplative seeming. It was striking how she picked it up. Then, when we came hope, she was chasing Rose around the yard, boisterous as usual. Good girl.