October 13, 2010

White Dog looked nervously over her shoulder and picked up her pace a bit; she just wasn't sure about the intentions of her stalker. Quinn, acting more like a goofy pup than we have ever seen, was following White Dog so closely that she could feel his hot breath on her tail. She walked over to the water dish; he followed close behind. WD trotted around the coffee table and down the hall; TOWD was on her heels. She paused; he screeched to a halt a centimeter behind her. She gave a warning growl and he looked innocently blank.

Suddenly, White Dog seemed to get it...her brother was attempting to PLAY! She briskly patrolled the kitchen (making sure he was right behind) and then broke into a run and smashed out of the dog door into the yard. Quinn, surprised, looked around and then took off after her. In short order both came zooming back into the living room, fluffy white bodies galloping in tandem. Both crowded next to Steve for hugs and pets and then just as suddenly as it started...it was over.

White Dog hopped up to cuddle on the chair and The Other White Dog wandered out to check his food dish. But for a magical few minutes Quinn showed that he IS changing, and like the seasons, revealing some new colors.