June 19, 2008

White Dog was very curious when Heather, my Mayan archaeologist, came in carrying a big covered tote. When Heather pushed back the top to reveal her infant, Enzo, White Dog headed under the sofa. No amount of explaining could convince her the four-month-old sleeping angel wasn't mobile and couldn't chase her nor would he pull on her fur. So White Dog stayed under wraps never really meeting the bright-eyed happy little guy. Heather and I were both disappointed.