February 23, 2007

White Dog looks over my shoulder as I write her story. She is patient as I wait for words to flow. Today White Dog slips out of her groomed "civilized" silks and wears her feral-heritage bulky double-coat. She stands in the howling canyon wind head thrown back, nose up, lips pulled up in a wolf's grin. Satisfied with the entry, White Dog goes out to once again challenge the gale.