November 23, 2007

White Dog's very good friend, Jim, came to dinner tonight. She was like a puppy flirting with him and being coy like she used to when he delivered our mail everyday. White Dog misses him a lot and insisted on full-length body rubs several times across the evening. She shared so many bites of turkey with both Jim and Steve that White Dog had no room for whipped cream or pumpkin pie! White Dog watched Jim walk down the driveway and turn toward his house, then she sighed. She is now following Jim's advice about a nice nap being the perfect capper to a fine big meal!