February 20, 2007

White Dog placed Jack-on-a-Leash at my feet. I picked up my end to play but she put her paw on the leash, stopping me. Puzzled, I shrugged "what?" White Dog nudged Jack closer. Then I saw that Jack had a torn seam and was in need of repair. How different this was from White Dog's puppy days when such a rip would have been an invitation to maniacally pull the stuffing from the wound until the toy was flat and the carpet covered in white.