June 18, 2008

White Dog came over and simply rested her head on the top of my feet as she peered up at me with one eye. Her total devotion pushed me over an emotional edge. I stroked her as I cried over the day's onslaught of hurtful events. White Dog waited until I had my release then she sniffed my eyeball to make sure that I was truly OK. Satisfied, she munched on a chewie bone as I blew my nose and cleaned my glasses.