I wrote yesterday that therapy seemed draining, and Red seemed tired. When we got home, he sought out Lenore’s bear and lay on it for a long time. It is never clear to me what a dog is thinking, the easy conclusion is that he was restoring himself, seeking comfort. It certainly looked like that. In Ireland, Red did not have bears or toys, and I don’t imagine he had too many in Virginia either. He has been a working dog all of his life, and I don’t give him toys either, he seems utterly disinterested in them. Yesterday, it seemed to be something he needed. He lay on Lenore’s bear for the longest time, and  Lenore, generous spirit that she is, let him have it.