May 8, 2010
White Dog raised an eyebrow when Michael took a shower and got spiffed up in the middle of the afternoon. She got excited as she watched Steve and I dress for a night out. I could read her thoughts, "Cool! We're going to a party!" Then Gregg and Candace arrived and took Michael out for an evening of arcading, bumper cars, and cooking spaghetti at their house. White Dog looked a little puzzled but shrugged and said, "OK, mom and dad, it is just us, huh?" I wrapped my shawl over my shoulders and Steve distributed "until we get home" treats (aka bribes). White Dog nosed her Greenie and ran to the door, ready to leave. "No, Sweetie," I said. "We're going to the theater tonight and pups are not allowed at this performance." She played "Dead Dog" and begged with her eyes. Quinn stood in the doorway taking his cue from the drama queen. "Come on," Steve coaxed, "we will be home before you know it and we bring you something good for dinner!" Quinn was OK with the plan as long as dinner was covered but White Dog guilted us all of the way down the driveway as she sat in the window, bravely facing an evening abandoned. The performance, Chris Jonas' Garden, Part 1, was thought provoking and we enjoyed it...not that a review was White Dog's first request when we walked in the door. "Um, where is dinner?" she challenged. When Steve pulled out two large meaty beef rib bones, the question was satisfactorily answered.