December 18, 2009

White Dog, freshly home from her pre-holiday grooming is fluffy and blindingly white; she smells fresh and sports a tartan red bow on her collar. In other words, White Dog is ready to embrace the social whirl of Barkday Parties, and Open Houses, and friends dropping by, and visits to cohorts. For once she did not go directly out to the yard and roll when she got back from grooming. Elegant and ladylike White Dog sat in her window perch surveying her kingdom...until the delivery truck stopped in front of the house. The frenzying, excited beast barking at the UPS guy and clamoring to reach the package was barely recognizable as the seconds before genteel and aloof princess. Sure enough, the box WAS for White Dog but it is another surprise that she must wait to open! "This is pure sniffing torture!" she wailed.