March 5, 2009

White Dog does not like the sound of Albuquerque's Spring winds flapping the shade cloths on the deck or sending runaway trash rumbling down the street or making the winter plastic over the porch windows wheezily respirate in and out. All windy afternoon White Dog lay on my feet or across my shoulders--uneasy with the sounds. To take her mind off the noises, we read aloud, sang, and cuddled while making favorites lists (foods, activities, places--mine and then White Dog's). Steve came home and shut the blinds (which somehow lessened the street sounds)...then White Dog curled into his lap listening to Steve's heartbeat.