October 27, 2009
White Dog is beginning to feel cursed when it comes to her Earth Art. She was out all afternoon refining her design, expanding it a bit, and tamping down the edges. She arranged a nice nest of leaves at the bottom...all the same glowing yellow shade...and tried it out for comfort. Then just as we were getting into bed we heard the sound of rain beginning. OH NO! White Dog flew out of the dog door to check and nervously went out several more times during the night. The rain continued all night. By morning White Dog didn't even want to look...Steve came in with the sad news after taking the compost out to the bin...White Dog will once again have to start anew, her art is now a caved in mushy mess. White Dog just climbed up onto the bed and buried her head under the pillows.