Lenore is busy, chasing Izzy, eating dead things in the woods and throwing them up, nuzzling with Brutus, crawling into my lap and spreading joy. She is a beautiful dog and a magical dog, in that if you look at a photo of her, you will smile, and that is a sweet way to start the day. I am thinking of murdering all of the goats, who have managed to gnaw their way towards the cables around the satellite dish. Why? Because they know they can knock out the Internet and drive me nuts.