She, in the twists and turns of our back yard, while we spy on her from the girls' bedroom window or the back door, digs.
She digs and frolics and occasionally barks.
She turns, paw upon bowl, in circles.
She chases reflections of light on the wide white wall.
And she reminds me of one of my kids.
She is ecstatic when she stops to eat and love when we visit her.
But mostly she just likes to be left to her own devices.
To run and bark and play.