White Dog seemed stricken with a funky separation sadness whenever she was away from Steve today.
They had their usual fun washing the cars and walking at the Bosque. They played with her toys and frolicked on the floor. Yet, when Steve went to the grocery or even left the room for a "privy" moment, White Dog lay down with big sad eyes and a depressed whimper.
There was no comfort I could offer that satisfied White Dog although I tried.
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