February 2, 2008

White Dog was a bolt of white plasma at the park this afternoon. She ran hard and long across the grass ignoring everything around her. You could see her muscles stretching and contracting as she released energy stored up nearly all week. It is a beautiful wonder to watch White Dog hit her stride--it makes your heart sing as when watching a galloping race horse or a graceful dancer or a bird in flight. Today I got teary at the sight of it. White Dog did not understand the extra emotional hug or the kiss on her head when she got back into the car but she grunted "I love you, too" and sniffed my eye.