April 25, 2008

White Dog was experimenting with her nonplussed attitude when Steve came home tonight. She sat in the window (where he could see her) as he pulled the car onto the driveway and got out. Then White Dog hopped down, ran across the room, jumped into the leather club chair and sat staring into the kitchen. She turned imperiously when Steve was halfway across the room and gave a little "start" as if to say, "Oh! When did you get home?" Steve sat on the couch and wondered aloud where his normal enthusiastic greeting was. Only then did White Dog bolt from her haughty perch to charge him with body rubs and demands for attention.