June 21, 2008

White Dog was so excited about Uncle Adam's arrival that she left a little wet spot. We haven't seen Adam in ages; and it has been even longer since it has been just him hanging out. Tonight with the perfectly wonderful Deborah out of town, it was like the old days. White Dog and Adam played fetch and sat side-by-side on the sofa. All of us ate carryout Indian food of paper plates. We talked about everything and nothing--including cats and White Dog's first meeting with Adam. We were all so comfortable and happy together that no one wanted the evening to end--especially Adam, who, I think, relished the stress-free non-conditional love of the white bundle of fur snuggled up beside him (his dog died a few months back). White Dog had to say "Good Night" four different times before she would finally allow her friend to leave.