September 3, 2006

White Dog was thrilled when Jim (without Willy) walked up the driveway in his rugged new hat and joined us for a dinner visit. She sat on the arm of his chair and nuzzled his cheek. Then White Dog curled against Steve on the couch, resting her head on his lap. It was a cozy home scene on a brisk soon-fall-will-be-upon-us night.