White Dog sailed down the stairs and into the yard without even noticing the road runner standing beneath our baby Aspen. She obliviously chewed rawhide as ten feet away the homely runner clawed through the dry grasses looking for a meal. White Dog did pause momentarily in her terraforming when the bird ran past her and out of the yard.
Later when she came and sat with me on the deck I commented on our unusual visitor. White Dog looked very surprised. She belatedly raced out to the wall, barking over her shoulder, "You know, you could have told me!"
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