January 20, 2010
White Dog must have been only pretending to be asleep early this morning when Steve said that he was going to get up and take someone to the Park because in an instant she was jumping on his chest and doing zoomies around the bedroom. White Dog was waiting on the leash chair before Steve even pulled on his sweats and she paced between him and the door until he was finally ready. At the Park, the first visit in more than a week, White Dog careened around the grassy slopes. With abandon she streaked past Steve and circled him until she was out of breath. They walked the perimeter to cool down; White Dog sniffing and luxuriating in the scents and sights of "her" Park. "The Chicago snow is nice," she concluded. "But only before it becomes black and crusty. I much prefer my environment!" "Let's go tell mom," Steve said.