November 12, 2006

White Dog went to work with Steve for a few hours this morning. Her job was to keep Steve's boss distracted so that Steve could get his work done quickly. She did a great job entertaining the head guy...and Steve only "wasted" two hours of our Sunday. Much later at dinner I shared a piece of my crabcake with White Dog. She took it gently, spit it on the carpet, and attempted to roll in it. I still don't know what that was all about!