More of the Mad

Got some good shots of Madeline on a sunny day, riding in the car.  I thought that she would be able to hang out at the store with me, but she's been let go.  She likes to lay on the rug at the front door, so there's a escape risk, and if I tie her to something, she becomes an obstacle.  So, she's safer at home.  Madeline does not like being left at home.  If I'm doing something outside of the apartment, like putting a basket of laundry in the car, she hurls her body at the front door, and it makes a very loud racket.  When I come home, she turns into a whirling, shrill, barky, jumpy, mess.  I don't know yet if it's happiness to see me, or if she's complaining about the time left alone.  We're adjusting.