Thursday, January 26, 2012

Annie Oakley

When we were coming home from snowshoeing, Annie licked Willa dry, as if Willa was one of her pups.  I know I have been perplexed by Annie, a very spirited girl.  But recently, I have been realizing that Annie is a remarkable dog.  In many ways she channels Murphy.  The love of life, the spirit, the silliness...and the loving.  The loving.

Annie Oakley.  Nothing better than a walk in a field on a brisk morning with three great dogs (to paraphrase the human Annie Oakley).

Murphy's Day.

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