August 20, 2009

White Dog looked very guilty lying on the bed "just doing nothing." I raised an eyebrow, scanned the room and finding nothing amiss patted her on the head. On the way out I closed the drawer to Steve's nightstand which was ajar. A short while later, White Dog appeared at my side wanting to trade for Steve's old watch! We traded for a treat and off she went. Next, she came into the office carrying a tube of neosporin and asked for a treat. Immediately White Dog returned carrying her slicker brush... trade please! I knew where the items had come from (the nightstand) but I couldn't figure out the location of her stash so I sat on the bed to more carefully look around the bedroom. White Dog hopped up with me and insisted on lying across Steve's pillow. The gig was up when I slid my hand under her to discover that hidden beneath the pillows were several yet to be traded items from the drawer! I gave White Dog a treat just for her inventiveness but took all the items and put them away.