I never once saw Rose play until Lenore arrived, and began working the Lenore magic, reminding all of us grim and purposeful workaholics that life is fun and ought to be enjoyed. Now, she and Rose play several times a day, tearing around the yard, taunting each other, and the game usually ends with Rose grabbing Lenore by the collar and dragging her to ground. Which Lenore, typically, seems to enjoy.  Rose is a happier dog, I think, calmer.
  Lenore is the Light.