May 22, 2010
White Dog sat and lifted her face to the sun. We were sitting under a huge cottonwood whose leaves danced in the morning light to tease us with shade and then sunshine. She breathed deeply and turned her head to accept another piece of cheese croissant. "You just know it is going to be one fine day when it starts out with a car picnic eating authentic French croissants, almond strudel," (with iced mochas, interrupted Steve)... she continued, "and chewing on whipped cream coated ice cubes before we even get to the Park!" Quinn had opted to sleep in while we ran errands and White Dog was doubly enjoying some special alone time with us. Hope your day had a least one moment of such bliss!