September 29, 2007

White Dog was all snuggled with us to watch the Saturday night flick at home. Steve hit the "Play" button and White Dog bolted off the bed and left the room. Steve and I shrugged at her action knowing that it wasn't French films or comedies that sent her running. We worried for no reason as White Dog quickly returned to her seat with a chewie--apparently a movie without popcorn or some kind of snack was not acceptable (and we were too full from dinner to want popcorn). Then we all settled in to enjoy the film.