White Dog looked at Steve as we all sat together in the newly arranged Office. I was preparing to write this blog. Quinn came in and settled in his new favorite spot against the cool outer wall. Nuka was in her bed and Puff sat in the doorway.
"OK," White Dog narrated. "This is where the magic happens. Momma takes a perfectly boring rainy day where all we did was sleep and turns it into the 'Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'!" My sarcastic little White One was, of course referring to the 1976 Gordon Lightfoot epic that was nearly 8 minutes long about a freighter sinking on the Great Lakes. "No more Sirius Seventies Hits for you!" I countered.
"Sure, I can write about today's adventures of the White Dog Army more succinctly." I replied. "Pleeeeeeze." WD challenged as she rolled her eyes. "Don't forget testy one, you asked for this!"
(With apologies to Monty Python).
Mopey Monday. And then nothing happened. The end.