October 25, 2007

White Dog's sounds of distress woke me from a chair nap. She was gacking and whimpering as she vomited up stomach bile along with the undefinable remains of something most likely eaten in the yard. Immediately White Dog came to lie at my feet needing nurturing but fearing chastisement. I stroked and soothed and reassured her. She hid while I cleaned up but was coaxed to stretch out on the bed under the lazy fan breeze. There White Dog napped cocooned in the comforter long after I had quietly left the room.