June 27, 2005 Addendum

White Dog knows I am mad at her. She lays her prized toys at my feet in an offering of contrition. She licks my hand. Putting on her most charming persona she rolls on her back and pleads for my forgiveness. Her big black eyes tear.

Stubbornly, I refuse to acknowledge her efforts to apologize. I feel like shit when White Dog gives up and dejectedly hides out under the chair.