January 28, 2010
White Dog leaped through the door like a performer entering the stage to a standing ovation. She had been at the Groomer this morning and was fluffy to the max, brilliantly white, and freshly scented. It had been a lonely grey a.m. without her. (It is trying to snow Khyra, Phantom and Thunder!) White Dog pranced around and teased me, not getting close enough for a hug, but demanding my admiring comments. After a check of her food bowl and a leisurely stroll the long way around the living room, White Dog hopped on the arm of my chair and nuzzled a hello...then Steve brought out the bacon, cheese and sour cream baked potatoes I had made for lunch and White Dog was once again lost to me (she sat next to Steve on the couch politely asking for him to share)!