...since the Brown Dog left our side. I'm sure she's somewhere, eating snow like there's no tomorrow, snoozing in a pretzel contortion, cock-a-doodle-barking, and generally doing her own thing, like she always did.
She is waiting some where, in a grassy field, the sky is blue, and air is filled with bird song. She's chasing a few birds to keep them on their toes! And she is barking happily while she waits patiently for you, along with Rusty who is probably barking just as loudly!