May 17, 2007

White Dog let me know in no subtle fashion that she did not want me to go to class. She laid on my shirt as I changed clothes and then dragged my schoolbag to her spot on the hearth where she sat on it strap held firmly under her paw. However, when Steve got out a peppermint chewie and set it on the table White Dog changed her mind. She then did all she could to hurry us out so that the goodbye treat would be hers.