Sophie likes it here. I seems odd to judge the rightness of our world by the rightness of a dog’s view but we do. After the fire Sophie had the hardest time. Since we moved here she is happy.

She walks around her house ticky-toes wagging her tail just because she is happy. Sometimes she makes a break for it and runs around the bedrooms and pops out by the kitchen wall. With the doors all open there is a great maze for a dog at full tilt.

Mostly, though, she sits on the front deck gazing out into her new world. She can sit hours and look. I still cannot tell what she sees. I have a hunch she is waiting to see something not looking at something. Sophie is a hound and waiting to see something makes sense.

I wish I had the patience to sit and wait for something to happen rather than look for something that has already happened. I imagine if I could, I would see more.