White Dog and The White Dog Army saw Steve off to teach his classes early this morning. Then they watched the clock.
"What time is dad coming home so you can go get Darby?" Taiko asked, laying his head on my lap. All of the others gathered around to hear my answer.
"Sweet Boy," I told him gently as I stroked his ears. "She does not come home until tomorrow. We pick her up at nine on Sunday."
"TOMORROW!" the entire WDA howled in frustration. "That is forever from now!" "I sense and share your anxiousness to meet her and your anticipation but we must be patient a tiny bit longer."