September 5, 2010

White Dog and The Other White Dog were mightily miffed at the idea that we were taking Howard and Jim to Santa Fe for a day of museuming and shopping and they were not joining us! They batted aside all of my lame excuses about the heat, the relative undog friendliness of SF restaurants, the crowded Plaza scene packed full of tourists. White Dog stood ready at the front door and Quinn blocked the passage to it when we tried to leave, giving their most heart wrenching melting eyes look and their patented "Pleeeze I am VERY good!" poses. By the time the car was far enough away from the house so that I could no longer see White Dog's pathetic sad little face watching us out of the window, I was filled with guilt and trying to figure out what to bring back to bribe my way back into their favor.