Here is our Hannah on one of the best days she's ever had.  We were up bright and early to help Uncle David cut up a mass of barb wire and load some junk in his truck.  The project took several hours and then it was off to the dump to become a junkyard dog!!  Hannah helped by supervising from the truck.

I must tell you, Hannah didn't start out supervising from the truck.  She was on the ground, close to the action, but after a while Uncle David asked where she was and we started looking around and couldn't find her.  We called and called, thinking she was chasing a cottontail, but no Hannah.  I was about to load into my Blazer to go looking for her when David called out to me, "Is she in my truck?" (The door was open as we went back and forth for tools, etc).  I was beat feeting it back to the truck and called her name again.  Slowly, we see her head raise and she yawned as she came over to the cab door to see if we had finished yet.