White Dog sat on the arm of my chair as we visited with Richard who stopped by after walking around the neighborhood to do errands. He is making a conscious effort to walk more and use the car less; great for the environment and healthy for him!
As we chatted, he asked "where's Quinn?" The Other White Dog did not answer our calls or White Dog's "woof" (which set my spidey senses tingling). We looked in his usual hangouts (the closet, the bathroom, the deck) and did not see him so shrugged and decided that he was in the yard on some adventure.
The three of us had just resettled ourselves when I heard a strange crinkling sound. "What is that noise?" I asked looking around and seeing no immediate source. Both Richard and White Dog shrugged with "what sound?" looks.
Then from the corner of my eye, sliding along the edges of the room, I saw the package of hamburger buns float by...in the teeth of a ghostly white apparition. THE White Dog immediately went into tattletale alarm, and Quinn, busted, did the only thing an Eskie in that position could do...dropped the buns (keeping a paw on them), sat in perfect form, and smiled his most charming Eskie smile.