February 6, 2010
White Dog is glad that some things are staying the same, despite all of the changes taking place right now. There still is Park time...just she and Steve...their time...and she can still tear across the grass...flying in the wind... a majestic spectacle of early morning light and movement and beauty. Together, they alone bear witness to the new day and breathe in its hopefulness. And when they return, White Dog and Steve bring with them freshness and energy enough to share with me. I huddle under the blankets reluctant to accept their wonderful gift delivered with such cold noses and fingers, but find I cannot refuse those loving hearts so insistently tugging me into the day!