The Hound Of Love is eight years old now, and there are some gray whiskers on her chin. Otherwise, she is still so puppy-like, I still sing to her in bed every night “You Light Up My Life,” I still yell at her when she is eating chicken poop or some other disgusting things. She loves her Teddy Bear, sleeps with it still, carries it around the house. Lenore still has the greatest power in the world, the power to make you smile. You cannot look at Lenore and not smile.