December 8, 2006

White Dog insisted on sampling a radish which she spit on the floor and later tried to trade with Steve for a treat. She much preferred the taste of trout (especially its skin). White Dog capped the delicious fish feast off with a bit of peanut butter ice cream and a 10-minute game of ball. Then, belly full, eyes drooping, snuggled by Steve, she settled in for a post dinner siesta.