October 11, 2008

White Dog crawled into my arms and dropped her head on my shoulder the second I entered the car after class. "No more," she pleaded, "We have done enough tasks for one day!" I looked at Steve who was stifling a huge yawn. "Just what have you two been up to?" I asked. "We cleaned up the yard, put away the extra tables and chairs, went to the bank, ran some errands, fussed with the Zap!, swept the driveway, and played ball," Steve answered. "Very impressive," said I. "Why don't you both take a siesta...you have earned it!" With no protests,White Dog and Steve curled up together on the couch and fell asleep instantly to the sound of the blustery winds blowing dirt and leaves back onto the drive.