April 18, 2009

White Dog, I thought, was out in the yard helping Steve set up the agility course and build a practice catwalk. It was cool but sunny and she is usually Steve's weekend shadow. But then Steve came in for a water break and asked, "Where's my fluffy white supervisor?" A quick search revealed "the Supervisor" lying on the bed watching Steve through the glass door to the deck! She had to be taken out into her own yard on a leash to do a practice run of the layout since Steve's begging, bribes, and commands all elicited no cooperation...the brat!