Rescuing MaraBella from certain death in a North Carolina Shelter has been a challenge and a major time consumer. Walking her or perhaps I should say, pulling me along on the leash has become much easier as she learns the "lets go" command. But she doesn't "stay" long enough for me to snap the spring blooms as I might like. She is a devil dog, and I love her. But let it be known: she just interrupted my posting by bringing me a sock from the laundry basket.