March 7, 2008

White Dog burned up the carpet pacing as she waited for Milo to finish in the bathtub. AS soon as Steve put the iguana back on her perch, White Dog herded us out of the door to run our lunchtime errand. She stood at the car window, wind in her fur, as we drove and she barked greetings at everyone she saw. Of course, White Dog did not understand why she was excluded from the accountant's office where Steve picked up our completed tax stuff. To make her feel important, she was put in charge of guarding lunch until we got home. All that fresh air--and turkey with eggplant Parmesan--put White Dog into a deep slumber most of the afternoon.