March 26, 2008

White Dog was very interested in the baggie of gauze packs I carried when I returned from the dentist--especially the really bloody ones. Her interest as she explained, was purely medical; she was checking on the clotting status of the extraction. She tried not to laugh as I drank a glass of milk--baby sips on the unanesthetized side of my mouth, but tormented me by crunching and tearing at her hoof chewie. Finally the pain killer took effect and I slept...and White Dog watched over me positioned against my feet. She did not leave my side until Steve came home at lunch.