So sorry for the confusion, but our dog's name is once again, "Annie." The name just fits the dog and no matter how hard I tried to call her "Maddy," I would either mistakenly say, "Annie" or "Puppy." So "Annie," it is.
Annie has a certain intelligence that Harley never possessed. Where Harley was patient and kind and gentle, Annie is not. She has spunk and spirit and a will which challanges my own. Additionally, Annie's nose rules her brain. Food, is of vital importance to her. Thus, our mountain is a puppy buffet filled which such exotic flavors as rabbit pellets and turkey doo.
And, I would like to thank my friends at the Mast General Store for leaving the package of "Puppy Crack" in my mailbox. Annie literally freaked to get into the doggie cookies and she will 'ho' for a nibble. She sits on command. I am working on teaching her how to ride in a car without slobbering and shaking. Maybe we need "Doggie Downers" for this task. After the first night or two, Annie seems much more comfortable here. And Mister Man has been a fantastic babysitter. Frankly, I believe he has missed Harley so much that he puts up with the little Miss out of boredom and loneliness.
My week has been busy shooting college students going through the rites of spring. The tree's leaves are threatening to make an appearance, but aren't quite there. I 'spect I'll get around to taking more nature photos as soon as my neck of the woods greens.
