October 23, 2005

White Dog is very confused by the weird vibe that seems to have overtaken everyone with whom she comes in contact. The day has held edgy, frustrated, and resigned energies that push you away and suck you in at the same time. She is skittish, approaching even loved ones with ears back and in a posture of submission. I reach down to give a pat of reassurance and she winces.

At a frustration point herself, White Dog leaves her ball in mid-pounce to hide under the chair.