December 19, 2006

White Dog and I cocooned watching the snow drift down and pile up. There was no afternoon sun but we compensated by nesting in the comforter and reading Sirens of Titan I thought White Dog had gone outside to answer the call of her bladder but looked out to see her rolling in the snow. She came bounding back in, jumped up on the bed and shook snow all over--like remnants of some crazy snowball fight! Then she curled her wet body against me and slept.