April 15, 2008

White Dog lay across the bed watching as I worked on my ocean painting. The blinds were wide open affording us a pleasant view of the filtering light in the budding yard. We could hear the birds singing as they went about nest building. For awhile, White Dog and I shared a creative oasis. I daubed and mixed colors; she alternately dozed and tapped me for attention. Then the phone rang, jolting us both back to the "real" world.