July 1, 2008

White Dog was the amazing invisible dog most of today. After the morning park visit she hid out under the chair until enticed out with bacon to say goodbye to Steve. I really didn't see her again until lunchtime when White Dog came into the computer room to remind me of the hour. After, while I read, she was off doing "things" in the yard. White Dog breezed past where I was painting and I think spent time at her window perch. It wasn't until the rainstorm rolled in early this evening that she sought me out. Together we watched the rain wash down. Now in the middle of the evening, we companionably sit in the living room, waiting for Steve.