February 15, 2008

White Dog focused on the smells of beef broiling and vegetables steaming and chicken rice warming in an effort to block out the weather. Winds roared, angrily shaking trees and lifting the dog door flap high enough to push rain inside. She now gives Steve an "Are you sure you want to do this?" look as he prepares for their nightly walk...and loyally, resignedly waits on her leash chair. Will winter never end?