June 20, 2008

White Dog reaped the rewards of waiting patiently at home while we reconnected with Mary and Maurice over dinner. The minute we returned with a styrofoam box, White Dog went and sat by her bowl. Steve fixed her usual dinner and topped it with beautiful rare cubes of ribeye steak. When White Dog lifted her head, the plate was empty. She did remember to rub against my legs and say "thanks."