August 29, 2006

White Dog and Steve found Milo! This evening after class as we sat discussing the missing lizard, White Dog left us to sit at the top of the basement stairs. She never goes down there because the stairs are so steep and the vinyl covering is slippery under her paws. Steve carried her down and both returned just moments later. Steve was carrying the bewildered looking Milo who had spent over 2 days huddled in the corner on cold concrete behind a disassembled futon frame and rolled up mattress. White Dog was amply rewarded with treats and Steve showered with my gratitude (Snackeroos don't have the same appeal for him). Once again, we are whole.