November 18, 2008

White Dog seemed like she had a master plan in mind this morning. She pranced around the house happily gathering up her squeakies and chewies one-by-one and took them out to the deck where she carefully arranged them in the sunlight. At various times throughout the day White Dog would bring one back inside, play with it briefly, and then ignore it. By dark, all of the toys were back inside and monkey had been precisely placed on her window perch looking out on the world.