September 23, 2005

White Dog received a textured chew bone that was supposed to be good for the teeth and a plush stuffed pheasant for her nine-month birthday.

She actually begged and cried for the bird as Steve cut off the tags. In less than an hour, mostly spent carrying and guarding "Birdie" she had ripped its beak off and was pulling stuffing from its head. As I sewed up the wound, Steve distracted White Dog with the bone.

Now, 24 hours later, the bone is chewed to oblivion and the beakless, sodden "Birdie" is White Dog's constant companion.