October 20, 2012
But not this afternoon. There he was, our little Oso, in the middle of the WDA, flanked by Puff and Nuka, barking harmony in their chorus. Not a whimper. Not a murmur. Not a quiet yip...A full rolling BARK! As loud as his sisters and delivered with clarity and confidence.
Pulled Michael up short. "What is wrong, Oso?" he asked. He looked at me. "Why is Oso barking at me?" "For the same reason the others are, I imagine. They are glad you are home."
I swept our Little Man into my arms and kissed him. He wrinkled his nose like he always does and squirmed to get down. "I am so glad you are finding your voice in the White Dog Army. You add just the perfect touch to the Pack Song."