Britannia, NY

Molly, rather than spend absolutely all her summer moping, is out walking the dogs to-day: Charlie, Jhudora, and the three puppies that haven't sold yet (they're golden retrievers, and still in the fuzzy, round stage where they bob around when they walk) on pink leashes from the office shop.

All five dogs are eager and pulling at her, and she has to half-jog to keep up with them, the soles of her tennis shoes slapping on the ground.

She still looks subtly unhappy, but it's easy to overlook.