January 24, 2010
White Dog wasn't home when Dragon arrived for our usual Sunday "post yoga" get-together. The little guy wildly ran through the house checking for his fluffy white friend. He went outside and scoured the yard, walked through the agility course, and even looked under the deck. No White Dog. He came back inside and searched once again...under the couch, in the bedroom, back by Arvo, the Bearded Dragon. "Where is she?" he squeaked to his parents jumping on Candace's lap to look out of the front window. Still not finding White Dog, Dragon sat in the middle of the room thinking. Then a light dawned...you could see it on his face. He rushed over to White Dog's blanket on the hearth, plopped down and wrapped his paws around the giant bone Isis sent White Dog as a Christmas gift. He was munching away when White Dog returned with Steve and the Viet Namese carryout for lunch. She took one look at him, remembered her manners long enough to greet Gregg and Candace, then went over to bat Dragon on the head and reclaim her "stuff." Ahhhh, it is good to be back in the normal (sunny) NM routine!