December 2, 2009

White Dog was thrilled this morning when Steve called from the door, "Anyone want to go to the Park?" She jumped from the bed and ran to her leash chair before Steve had even finished zipping up his jacket. At the Park, they were alone and White Dog took ownership by zigzagging across the sloped knolls and sniffing with abandon. She is a beautiful sight as she tears across the lawn in ballet leaps with her white fur flying. White Dog was obviously glad to be back in this part of her weekly routine. When they got home, White Dog woke me with nuzzles from her cold nose then laid down at the foot of the bed, where the sunlight poured in, and slept.