November 24, 2008

White Dog had been busy during the night. We awoke this morning to discover a little treasure trove nestled into the comforter. There was a rock, two branches, a small partially chewed twig, several leaves and a scrap of plastic--trades, we think, for treats except that the traders (us) were fast asleep! At first light White Dog stood on us and announced that she was open for business. Steve gave her a few treats from the bedside container (yes, they are everywhere!) gathered up what he had "purchase", pet White Dog, and curled up back under the covers. White Dog, temporarily satisfied, snuggled behind my knees and slept.