February 1, 2008

White Dog seemed kind of depressed. She spent the morning at her window perch sighing over the continuing, never-ending road construction. When Max called to play at midday, White Dog perked up a bit and went outside. She came in shortly after full of leaves and warm from the sunshine, but not happier. She spent the remainder of the afternoon listless at my feet or stretched out and staring blankly. Steve pulled her out of her funk after dinner by taking for a ride to buy gelato which she shared with enthusiasm.