February 27, 2008

White Dog worked very hard to meet the criteria set by Steve for an early morning trip to the park tomorrow. She ate all of her dinner (including the kibble), put her chewies away in the toy box, and was ready for a walk without the usual squirming as Steve attempted to attach her leash. Returned from the walk, White Dog did her best to herd us into bed so Steve would get a good night's sleep and be able to rise early. She now taps me to say, "Pencils down; lights out."