July 15, 2005

White Dog joined us for dinner--eating Mexican food al fresco at a pretty little patio restaurant we frequent. The storm roared past us, energizing our fiesta and tossing our fur into our eyes. The lightening was awesome.

We laughed til it hurt when White Dog picked up a cigarette by its filter and sat as if awaiting a light. Steve sternly lectured her about the health risks and took away the butt.

We shared our leftovers with a homeless man and White Dog barked a blessing at him.