November 20, 2008

White Dog was the first indicator that the weather was changing. Though still sunny the afternoon sent White Dog back into the house with cold fur and chilled paws. Soon after, the wind picked up finally stripping most of the leaves from our trees. White Dog almost felt sorry for the neighbor's cat trapped outside and huddled at their entry...but she wasn't above barking at him. I appreciated her warmth as she sat across my shoulders on the chair's back while I did homework.