October 19, 2005

White Dog watched my frustration build as one thing after another went awry this morning. Under the guise of needing a potty break she led me outside to the warm sun and bright blue sky. She raced to the back of the yard sending aflight a stream of colorful finches. When she return she carried a stick with one bright yellow leaf clinging to it.

Later, as we lay side-by-side near-to-napping, I scratched her mane and thanked White Dog for refocusing my negativity.