September 21, 2005

White Dog is wild with pent-up energy. She leaps; she twirls; she runs; she pounces...and mostly, she demands interaction. Steve, awake since five this morning is exhausted after a 15-hour work day. I am drained from the emotional whirlwind surrounding me.

Steve wrestles the bucking White Dog into position and snaps on her leash. The question: Can he run her hard enough around the neighborhood that White Dog will respect our bedtime?