Stella and Better Quince

Sunny day. Stella never budged from her bed by her front door. Nor barked. So sad. I guess she's learned a lesson from the zapper collar. Just so sad.... Beagles should be free to trot around with their tails up and wagging. Barking hello. At least once and a while. I sniffed at the bushes by her fence. Didn't have the heart to leave any mail for her.
Nearby are some more flowering quince at the house where Katie the greyhound lived. Cheerful those bushes, no?