November 29, 2007 – Cold, sunny. Was photographing the stone wall when Mother appeared, demanding a scratch, so got this shot. Was further blessed by the appearance of Mary Kellogg, my friend and poet, who came by with some new poems for her forthcoming book, to be published next Spring (still untitled).
 We walked the dogs down the path, listening for signs of hunters, and she gave me this poem, hot off the computer, about Lenore. I love it:

   “Lenore,” by Mary Kellogg

   yours is not a button nose
   it is a stubborn bump on a square muzzle
  
  
   solid little body wrapped in plush black coat
                          huge padded paws
   foretell an impressive body

 
    eyes of deepest brown
                possess the soul of the earth
    searching, adoring
                mirthful, watchful

    delight at sight of Izzy and Rose
             your new found friends
    acceptance granted

    Lenore a gift of love
             promise to all that is new
    to a thousand tomorrows

      – November, 2007