September 19, 2005

White Dog caught the movement on the roof of the deck out of the corner of her eye. In an instant she was totally fixated on the little lizard's shadow flitting across the shadecloth. Following it on the deck proved ineffectual so she attempted to go to the roof.

Sometimes White Dog is almost mystical in the way she analyzes and problem-solves.

Jumping on top of the built-in bench, White Dog stood on a folded chair cushion to gain height. She then gingerly but determinedly stepped onto the railing--like a tightrope walker--constantly checking the lizard's position. When she reached out a paw to test the vertical possibilities of the lattice work, I feared for her safety and ordered her to come down.

White Dog sniffed her displeasure at my timidity.