February 12, 2007

White Dog's nose was on sniffing overdrive when we uncovered the beef that had slow cooked in the crockpot all day. She sat on the couch next to Steve as close as she could push the envelope of permissibility awaiting dinner's start. During the meal, she ping-ponged between us savoring the perfectly seasoned roast bits we offered. Sated and licking her lips, White Dog still had to wonder why we took all that time to cook the meat!