baking, writing, playing and barking

 The huntress in action

 she catches her prey. The poor, defenseless stuffed creature can't escape now!

 A struggle ensues...

and the winner is...Sylvia!

 My baking buddy. She supervised, trotted in every now and then and barked occasionally.

Here are the pies I was assigned to make.
It was "thick a fog" as some here on the east coast like to say and Sylvia, throughout the day  kept hearing something outside (I'm guessing). Well, she would bark suddenly after long periods of relative silence, giving me this impression; but whenever I looked out the door or through a window, there was nothing to see but the black, bare branches of trees and brush poking through thick, gray fog.
Maybe Sylvia just felt like making some noise. We do talk, though. Well, I do most of the talking, but Sylvia is a great listener! We played, as you can see from the evidence above and briefly entertained a visitor from down the road, Frank Small.
Sylvia barked at first,  but quickly melted at the sound of Frank's friendly voice. And just a minute or so passed before Sylvia scurried over and clamped onto a partially disemboweled stuffed animal to share with her new found friend. Frank has a way with animals, and with people, too.
Sylvia seems utterly pleased to be meeting so many friendly humans. Tomorrow we begin our journey north. More pictures and more stories will sure to follow. Here's looking forward to the next installment of adventures with Sylvia, and until then, have a great Thanksgiving!