November 18, 2009
White Dog laughed out loud as we looked through Steve's and my photo album of our 1980 wedding. I needed a picture of the "original" us for the program I am doing for the Recommitment Ceremony. "Dad has such poufy hair!" she snickered, "And you look like a crazy Victorian grandma with all those little buttons on your sleeves!" "I am going to lock you outside if you keep up the smart comments," I threatened. "Your hair is longer than mine!' she continued. "A brown tuxedo...oh my dog!!! It is a good thing you got married in the woods!" "All right, enough" I said "Don't you have holes to dig or something?" White Dog headed for the dog door but could not resist humming a few bars of "Staying Alive!" as she slapped through the door. "It was soooo not like that," I said into the empty air, "Our group was into Talking Heads not the BeeGees!"