December 23, 2007

White Dog allowed us a late lunch break during the preparations for tomorrow's Open House and we were just tucking into delicious barbacoa burritos. I glanced up at our "supervisor's" greeting bark to discover Gordon at the door. White Dog had better manners than I (who saw cleanup in progress and scheduling getting off-track) and she welcomed him warmly. Seems he was in the neighborhood (Steve thinks he once again lost our phone number) and wanted to stop by for a Christmas visit since family commitments prevented him from being at the Eve Bash.