April 27, 2010
White Dog has not in the training of Quinn lost sight of her original task of overseeing Michael's development within our family. Today she sat at her window and barked at the neighbor cat sitting it in the driveway. Michael was in his room downstairs; Quinn and I were exercising. I know her "get out of here cat!" bark and ignored her relentless chant. Quinn looked at me and shrugged as he settled on the floor to watch my progress. White Dog continued to bark as the cat continued to bathe itself on the drive. We heard Michael climb up the stairs and listened as he asked, "What is it?" He came into the room and wondered what White Dog was so vocal about. "Cat!" Quinn grunted. Michael went back to White Dog and checked. The cat was still there. The front door opened. Moments later, Michael's voice floated back to us, "Is that better? I chased that cat away!" White Dog licked his hand and allowed him to give her a gentle tummy rub; then she dismissed him back to his room and she settled herself on her pillow to continue the watch.