What an absolutely wonderful, peaceful, playful morning I had with Sophie, an American Fox Hound. We walked back and forth throughout the house, got to watch the sun come up (literally) and the neighborhood kids go to school. We also did a bit of sniffing and digging, of course. If Sophie was stranded on a desert island and had to pick two activities to bring with her it would be sniffing and digging. She’s a hound, no mistakin’! She’s as sweet as sugar pie and very young at the age of 14, bouncing around to bark-howl at the garbage truck on it’s way by. The nerve of people picking up garbage! It’s absurd! 
She also loves her peanut butter-packed kong.
You cannot sue me if your heart is melting. I am not liable for medical conditions stemming from her outrageous adorable-ness.
And she just has the most adorable bits and parts, don’t you agree?
Isn’t her nose just awesome? I’m serious, she’s a hound it’s different! Look at all those crevices within crevices that accept and process information, it’s like a whole other brain! It looks like some ancient alien secret message motherboard that’s just begging to be translated. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have senses like that… wonderfully overwhelming, I suppose.