January 25, 2007

White Dog and baby Tyler sat at my feet laughing and eating cookies. She is very timid around the baby but endured his primitive attempts at petting (which were more like slaps). Tyler loves her silky furriness so he grabbed a fistful of White Dog's ruff. He yanked--hard--and White Dog squealed in pain. To our girl's credit, she simply went limp and looked for redemption; she never growled or snapped. Quickly freed from Tyler's entwined fingers, White Dog hid on the bed for the rest of the baby's visit. Christine and I amply praised and rewarded her stoicism.