Katie has the most delicate features I've ever seen on a dog.
She loves to race into my arms.
Sniffing a delectable scent carried on the breeze.
Undaunted by this big world.
Facing the sun.
Wishing she had found Sandy Anne's scrap of deer hoof first. "Why won't she share with me?" The hoof material was taken away from Sandy Anne after a brief game of catch-me-if-you-can.