December 10, 2011

White Dog stretched out on the bed; Puff and Nuka followed me back and forth as I gathered things from the closet. In the other room, the boys, Quinn and YoYoMa, were helping Steve. We were getting ready to attend the College Faculty Christmas Party and the White Dog Army was supervising.

"I love those dress slacks," White Dog said as I laid my black pants next to her. She rolled so that she could lay right on top of them. "Thanks Sweetheart! Steve do we have a lint brush in the car?"

"OOOOOhhhh, this sweater is so soft," Nuka purred rubbing against my once pure black cashmere. I looked down and Puff was nestled comfortably in by black and red shawl, watching me as I placed my brooch and adjusted my collar.

In the other room, Quinn stood in front of the full-length mirror with Steve as together they tied his tie. Steve's dark green slacks glistened with bits of snow, oops I mean fur. YoYoMa was busy sniffing all of the pockets of his loden green corduroy jacket, leaving snooter goo and face fur tracks as he explored.

Finally we were fully dressed and ready to go. The White Dog Army escorted us to the door. "White Dog, you are in charge, everyone behave. We love you!" As we shut the door they woo'd "Have fun, hurry home soon, and remember we are waiting!"

Seated at our table I looked down. There, clinging tenaciously even after a thorough de-hairing out in the parking lot, were stray white hairs on my pants leg.

I smiled and sent a thought home..."Missing you White Ones!" Then I turned to the woman next to me, "Did I mention that we have dogs, too?"