September 16, 2009

White Dog had ball all ready and waiting for when Steve returned from work. She sat in the window watching for him. As she waited, the sky got darker and darker with rain clouds, and moments before Steve pulled into the drive, it opened up and poured. A wise New Mexico girl, White Dog knew that rain here generally lasts half an hour at most and then it is as if it never happened. But not tonight; it steadily rained (at times quite heavily) throughout the night. White Dog never got the chance to play in the yard and the nightly walk was cancelled due to the gushing storm.