March 13, 2009

White Dog ran full out chasing the ball at the Park. Under the weird light of a winter stormy sky her white dance across the greening grass made me yearn for my paints. Back home, she napped as Steve prepared lamb patties, asparagus and rice for a dinner Richard was coming to share...and after White Dog and I read together as the guys went off to do some shopping for Sundays "you-know-what!"