May 20, 2014

White Dog laughed when she and Steve came back to the bedroom to say, "Good Morning," and found Of Course A White Dog stretched as far as his little body could luxuriate with his head on Steve's pillow. "Yep. Sent by Oso, no doubt about it. Just like he did, this guy walks in like he owns the Ranch!" Then she hopped up on the bed and ignored Sachi's complaints about having to share the space.

Later, a friend called to ask how the introductions were going. "Any troubles getting along?" I looked around at the post breakfast loungers.

"Think the White Dog Army has it under control."