August 20, 2008

White Dog came into the room looking guilty. She buried her head under the pillows on the couch. It was plain to see White Dog was shredding a kleenx, one of her favorite forbidden pleasures. "Bring It!" I said expecting an argument. White Dog paused and gave me an innocent stare. "Bring It!" I repeated moving to get out of the chair. Amazingly, White Dog gathered the tissue and came to my side. She protested and threatened but finally did the right thing by dropping the now sodden mass into my hand. "Good Girl!" I praised and reached for her treat bag. White Dog, never one to miss a dramatic moment, looked at the treat, huffed, and walked proudly away.