Facing Dog.

Zoe has come to live with us.

She's a dog. 

She's been here for less than a week. We are all getting used to each other. Zoe was living with a bunch of other dogs and some humans. She was a working dog, breeding, mothering pups, nurturing and seeing them off in short order.

And now in retirement, we have her with us.

She's a little confused. That's clear. A little shy; she cries at night. 

Really, she's doing pretty well. She put up with a good bath, a new collar and everything else. 

We've been taking long walks together. I've been talking with her. She looks into my eyes in that dog way. That way that says, "Whatever it is, it's okay." 

Dog love.