February 27, 2009

White Dog let us know her displeasure at being left in the car while we went inside the workshop by shredding a travel pack of tissues. When we returned she boldly refused to yield the driver's seat to Steve and growled possessively as he brushed together bits of Kleenex. Now we were faced with a quandary: White Dog had been promised (and needed the energy release of) a trip to the Park but her bad car manners made such a stop seem like rewarding inappropriate behavior. The day was spectacular, we were all together...we ruled in favor of forgiveness and positive action. We went to the Park and Dairy Queen!