November 4, 2009

White Dog has been building a memorial to her beloved elm tree ever since she was told that it was dying and would need to be removed when the solar panels are installed on our roof. There is a special stack of branches and twigs that the winds have blown from the tree, each rescued and lovingly placed by White Dog. When Jesse moved White Dog's safe haven chair to vacuum, she found a small stash of yellow leaves stored under it. Large chunks of bark have found a sanctuary next to the tomato planters. These are clearly not meant for trading; White Dog hordes these treasures--hiding them instead of exchanging them for treats. I know when the cutting down actually begins that I will have to lock down the dog door and close the blinds, it will be painful for her to witness.