White Dog loves company. She squeals with delight when a familiar face appears at the entrydoor. Squirming with impatience, she politely sits waiting for our guest to enter and then, temperance exhausted, she races around the table, gleeful in her welcome. White Dog presents herself for petting and cooing. Special friends are permitted to rub her belly.
Just as predictably White Dog reaches a social saturation point. Without an "excuse me" or manufactured excuse, she goes somewhere quiet and sleeps.
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