December 9, 2008

White Dog stood just inside the dog door in the dawn light, barking. It was not a cat or warning bark, but rather, a joyful call...and her entire body pulsed with excitement. She dashed out yipping in delight and returned seconds later to stand on us still lying in bed, her coat sparkling like diamonds. She was magical...and it was snowing! The big lazy flakes floated past the window leaving no trace beyond their airborne view. The sight brought a smile that started the day on a note of enchantment. White Dog went back outside and made us laugh as she jumped and snapped gleefully at the falling snow.