August 1, 2005

White Dog and I discussed our impending separate vacations as I typed up notes for her babysitter.

I am fearful that she will feel abandoned so I give her extra attention and reassure her that we will come back to her.

White Dog doesn't know what to expect and I am little help with the details of life at "Camp Gordon." She looks at me with such absolute trust that I get choked up at the thought of leaving.