April 4, 2007

White Dog licked my teary cheek and rested her head against my chest. "Why is your heart so sad?" she asked. "I fear Christine may be walking down paths that may forever take her from us," I said. "She is so out of control neglecting baby Tyler, stealing from her parents, lying about everything, pushing us all away. I love her and grieve over the state of things." White Dog laid across my lap and looked up, "I love her, too. Let's not lose hope that she will come to her senses soon."