March 12, 2007

White Dog loves pork more than any other meat. The last half hour that the ribs roasted she just laid in the kitchen doorway and sniffed. When Steve began the process of getting out plates and such to serve dinner, she hopped up next to where he sits at mealtime and whined impatiently. White Dog stuffed herself on begged bits until she could not even move except to let loose a huge, loud belch. Now she lies stretched out, belly supported by the pillows, and looks uncomfortably full.