Working Dog, at the cemetery, cont.

 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.