White Dog sat with me on the front porch as we watched and listened to the rain. We knew it would only last a few minutes but cuddled side-by-side it was nice to imagine it might become an actual rainstorm. The rest of the White Dog Army had followed us out but finding no cause to be sitting in the dark drifted back inside and stood waiting expectantly for WD and I to come in.
Steve was on the floor in the living room with YoYoMa gently brushing his coat and trying to distract him from the rumbling thunder. Our big boy quakes like the leaves when the winds shift and thunder echoes across the mountains. A loud crack of lightning sends him scurrying to the crate of safe haven.
The rain was already beginning to taper off and WD felt the cool front move in, quickly dropping our 90 degrees down ten points. Already the ground was dry and we prepared to go back inside.
White Dog put her paw on my arm. I turned to look at her. "I am glad we still have chances for just you and me time alone. I love my family but sometimes it is extra wonderful for it to be just us. Is that selfish?"
"Little White Dog of My Heart, maybe it is a little selfish but it is not wrong. I, too, especially enjoy these sharings that none of the others would understand. These are the moments that bring out our unique special connection. For each of them, there are different shared bonds and "me" times that you would not understand...that is how each of you owns a piece of my heart that no one else can claim. Now let's join the others."
We both looked through the doorway. Steve was still on the floor. YoYoMa was nestled against his left side and Quinn rested along his right. Puff sat in his lap. Nuka and Oso were curled together a foot or so in front of him. "Let's sit a while longer. The rest of the Army has their special moments, too, with dad. And they will miss him terribly when vacation week is over."