October 1, 2005

White Dog experienced her first Hot Air Balloon Fiesta moment this morning when two rigs floated low over the house. She was rather amazed at the basketsful of people and hated the sound of the propane burners. She excitedly barked at both.

White Dog is subdued this evening. Steve thinks she is tired from a day of socializing, separated by lunch al fresco and a run in the grass by the bank. I think she senses my disquiet and is respecting my need for contemplation.

White Dog is keeping her reasons to herself.