White Dog sits in the window watching the early morning activity of the neighborhood. I am taking notes on Chapter 4 of Computer Confluence. I look up as I yawningly summarize high level languages to find White Dog staring at me. "What?" I question as I guiltily glance to check on her food bowl (it's full).
She blinks her big, expressive eyes and tosses her head. "You are so missing the point," she sighs and turns to watch the birds.
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