January 7, 2012

White Dog was asleep on the momma chair. She opened one eye when Steve walked in after work, turned over and went back to her nap. He stepped over Puff sleeping in the hall and hung up his jacket... passed Nuka curled in a tight ball and snoring. Quinn stirred slightly as Steve sat in the desk chair and removed his shoes. YoYoMa, next to me at the computer, raised his head and sniffed, put his head back on his paws, then started as he realized, "DAD'S HOME!"

His alarm finally brought my Army of protectors rushing into the office in response and then the usual greeting ritual began in earnest.When I pointed out that an intruder had walked into our home, past four of the five White Ones before the breach was noticed, I got sniffs and posturing.

"We were just testing you, Momma!" White Dog boldly bluffed. "I KNEW it was dad but we wanted to see how you would react." "Yeah, right," I replied as Steve bent over to kiss me. To him, "I guess yesterday's hero is today's old news, my love!"