March 18, 2013

White Dog put all of the White Dog Army's hopes right up front at the beginning of the day. "Can we please just have a day of relaxing and restoring? Between celebrating your birthday ALL weekend and our friends moving, we are ready to just nap and nosh away the day! We don't even mind that it is dad's late night."

"I am sorry you were all so traumatized with lamb bones, cheesecake, zucchini bread, Tandoori chicken and rice, gelato, salmon and shrimp skewers, carrot cake, and bacon that was part of the celebrating. Next year, I promise no forcing you to join in any birthday feasting," I teased as YoYoMa looked up horrified.

"This is the start of a new quarter at school, so actually dad will be home at the normal time tonight," I said as a howl of happiness went up. "The new late nights," Steve filled them in, "are Tuesdays and Thursdays." A group sigh was interrupted by the always positive Oso. "At least the nights are not back-to-back like last quarter," he yipped.

"Why must things always change?" White Dog carped, "We just get used to something and BAM! it becomes different!" I hugged WD and whispered in her ear, "Little One, welcome to life. It is the same for every one every where. So just embrace change and be happy. If it is not truly to your liking it will change again soon anyway."

Later when Michael came up and announced it was time for dinner, the WDA ignored him. Then he came in to ask me why Steve had not prepared pup meals before leaving for his late night. "Because it is not his late night," Nuka barked just as Steve walked in the door. Michael looked confused.

When dinner was served the White Ones came around politely asking to sample. "Weren't you the pups who were just this morning complaining about all of the fancy foods you were forced to eat this weekend? How about if I do not share this apple stuffed chicken breast or asparagus to ease your burden a bit?" The WDA surged closer and used those dark rimmed eyes to their full advantage. "I guess this IS our normal, right?"