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.