February 21, 2009

White Dog was not happy that we were going to the movies without her. She accepted our bacon strip bribe and sniffed the dinner we put out for her and even ran for the recently refound red ball when Steve gave it a "goodbye" toss. When we returned White Dog's ire was artistically and pointedly obvious. She lay curled in the "mama" chair regally inattentive. The ball and bacon strip were carefully arranged next to her dinner in a neat straight line...and all had been scornfully untouched! White Dog made sure we got the hint then huffed from the living room to sprawl on the bed.