January 28, 2008

White Dog was not the only one who did not like the howling, gusting canyon winds tonight. Hearing stuff blowing over and tumbling around outside was bad enough but the huge old elm in the yard groaned and creaked so ferociously that White Dog and I were certain that it was going to come crashing through the roof! The dog door flapped and admitted "ghost puppies" that caused White Dog to jump with each bang. She and I huddled together, wide awake, as Steve slept undisturbed beside us.