September 29, 2005

White Dog vibrated with pent-up energy that had no release on this torrentially rainy, cold day. Her indoor toys bored instantly. She refused to even go out on the dripping, wet deck to take care of business. (Preferring to "hold it" until she couldn't any longer). She couldn't find a comfortable spot in which to nap. I was too busy with homework and other tasks to dedicate my entire day to White Dog's entertainment.

In frustration, White Dog tore Birdie's head off, ate its stuffing, then barfed.