The blue-gray bandy legged dog ran merrily along the side of the road, sometimes in proof of its agility and self-satisfaction lifting one hind leg and hopping along on three, and then again going on all four and rushing to bark at the crows that sat on the carrion.
Looking more closely Pierre recognized the blue-gray dog, sitting beside the soldier, wagging its tail.
Mid-twenties. Blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, five foot nine, hourglass shape.
Ashley was a spitting image of her mother: brown curls, blue-gray eyes, a willowy, graceful body.
Its lack of a master, a name, or even of a breed or any definite color did not seem to trouble the blue-gray dog in the least.