May 17, 2010

White Dog and Quinn supervised the grilling of Italian sausage for tonight's dinner. One on each side of the grill both sat sniffing and waiting. Every few minutes White Dog would come in to remind Steve (who was making pasta with fresh vegggies and olive oil) that it was time to turn the meat. Quinn stalwartly remained on guard while she kept things running smoothly. Michael came up and asked, "where is everybody?" I told him Steve was grilling in the yard and that both White Dogs were with him. Next thing I knew, he had joined the pack of eager anticipatory faces encircling the Weber.

P.S. We just learned after posting that Mack, a wonderful Eskie gentledog, of Mack and Sally Ann, has crossed the Bridge. He has been ill for some time and was not getting well. His wonderful selfless mom made the hardest decision any of us ever have to make regarding our four-legged loves. Please stop by and offer support and love. Run free, my friend, forever young and painfree.