February 5, 2008

White Dog hates when Steve and I argue--especially when we both get stubborn and refuse to let it go. Tonight, both of us overtired and snipe-y, we tussled over dinner and continued long after eating was completed. White Dog tried to reason with, then charm, each of us. She went back and forth like a diplomat. She brought each of us one of her toys...and a chewie bone. Finally, White Dog's rationality won out and we had a family hug as we made up. Now we sit all cuddled together...White Dog looks wise; Steve and I feel foolish.