August 19, 2007

White Dog lay along Steve's side on the floor stretched out on her back and mimicking his every move. Steve pushed his right leg into the air and rested it on my knee so I could massage his foot. White Dog's right leg reached out until her paw rested on my foot. Steve fluttered his arms in arcs over his head; she brought her front paws way over her head then down over her ears and nose. Steve closed his eyes and sighed. White Dog rested her nose against his chest, shut her eyes and grunted. There they were, both resting, pink bellies exposed.