November 1, 2008

White Dog was ready for the Park; in fact after a week of overloaded schedules and botched intentions of rising early, White Dog needed the Park. Her long untimed visit there after dropping me off at class gave White Dog the opportunity to release pent up energy in the beautiful, rhythmic flow of her run. Now White Dog is tired, is contentedly full of chicken shwarma from Adam's birthday dinner with us,...and is happy.