March 30, 2007

White Dog crawled into Steve's lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor. The two together created a touching scene of loving communion. White Dog's head rested on Steve's chest as she looked meltingly into his eyes. Steve's head bowed to meet her gaze and to nuzzle her nose. Stress dissolved as he stroked her flanks. Before I could get too misty, White Dog slooowly shifted so that she could tap the pocket of Steve's pants where he keeps the treat bag.