October 10, 2005

White Dog could not believe it was another stuck-inside rainy day. She tried very hard to channel her energy: She napped; she chewed her toys; she watched out of the window. Alas, she didn't even have the distraction of mail delivery as it was a postal holiday.

I could tell she was very frustrated when she started pulling the batting from her toys. As I stroked her side I could feel the kinetic thrumming.

"Please God," White Dog and I beseeched for different reasons, "let the rain stop long enough for the nightly walk."