Jenny is the latest incarnation of my favorite sort of dog--a reddish-brown, flop-eared hound.
Her long legs have a good bit of white on them and she's quite a bit taller than Willa, her immediate predecessor. (below)
Willa was a Mountain Feist and when she had to be put down due to kidney failure, I took my time about looking for another dog. It's foolish to think you can find a duplicate of a much- loved pet--I suspect even clones have differences. But when I finally was ready, I looked for a similar type. And as fate would have it, Jenny has turned out to be much like Willa in temperament and quirks. I find myself calling her Willa now and then.
William was another brown hound--or part hound. We suspect Dachshund (hound) and Chihuahua (not hound) were the major contributors to his heritage. His personality lacked the independent, cat-like streak that is strong in hounds. In short (which he was,) he was a bit of a suck-up. He was the inspiration for James in the Goodweather books
And there was Maggie, my amber-eyed Mountain Cur, prototype of Elizabeth Goodweather's Molly. Long gone and still missed, something of her lives on too. And when I'm not calling Jenny Willa, I sometimes call her Maggie.
NOTE: The forecast winter storm may leave us without internet. So if I don't post tomorrow, that's why. 
