March 9, 2012

White Dog sounded the alarm the minute the box was carried off of the Brown Truck. When Steve brought it in and set it on the chair, the WDA formed a protective phalanx sniffing and waiting in anticipation. It was torture when he left to run some errands without first opening the box. White Dog already KNEW what was inside and she was drawn again and again to check it out.

After dinner, it was time to open the box and Steve rallied the White Dog Army around.

The larder at White Dog Ranch was down to only one purple bag and the restocking mission to Costco found that (cover your ears and eyes, you faint of heart)...they were temporarily out of stock! So I did what any caring momma would do...I pulled out the plastic card and went online to Amazon. Just in the nick of time, too, since we opened the LAST bag in our home stash yesterday, leaving the WDA totally flying without a safety net, treat-wise. Sure we have about 6,328 other different kinds of treats but this was our LAST bag of duck jerky, no reserve.

After discovering that we once again had a failsafe, the White Ones offered a prayer of gratitude to the Universe, to Amazon, and to the Brown guys...then they tried to coerce Steve into opening the bag to hand out samples.