April 3, 2009

White Dog came in from outside and tapped my leg as I sat working on the computer. She refused my offered treat but looked pointedly down the hall to the bed. Then she walked over and hopped up on it staring at me coyly with big eyes and wagging tail. I got the hint and sat next to her. White Dog rolled onto her back for a belly rub then rested her head in my lap as I stroked her ears. She closed her eyes and made happy grunting sounds. After ten minutes or so, White Dog stretched, shook herself and bounced out of the dog door...her need apparently fulfilled. I went back to the computer, smiling.