October 4, 2009
White Dog was not even a remote thought in our lives 29 years ago when, standing in the freezing cold open air chapel at Owassipe Boy Scout Camp in Michigan, Steve and I wed. Still, she raptly listened this morning to us as we told the story of our friends doing readings, playing music written specially for our day, flying homemade banners in the lush pine forest at lakeside, and much younger "us-es" pledging our troth in front of a parka wearing minister. White Dog murmured softly that she would have loved to have been a part of that special day. We hugged her and reassured her that, more importantly, she was a part of this special day...and every one yet to come!