It's early. A somber morning light bears witness to the remnants of a recent Springtime storm. I sip on tea and honey listening to the sleepy world waking up around me. I await her single bark. I think about how she fits so perfectly into my home. So big and burly and beautiful. So strong, loving and gentle. So perfectly behaved. I realize her love is a silent backdrop to my daily life, and it occurs to me in this moment that it was she who found me.