"This is our Friday-Is-Saturday," she said, "the best day of the week because dad is home and we get to do fun things. Plus there are never any crowds because everyone else is at work. What is more awesome than the entire park being empty? Or having no lines when we stop for ice cream at two in the afternoon?"
"And today is 70 degrees! beautiful! The sun is out; the sky is blue; there is a sweet gentle breeze." she continued.
"We get to go shopping for my Gotcha Day. We are going for a ride. We have a whole new bag, TWO new bags, of duck jerky." The rest of the White Dog Army was nodding in agreement.
"How could ANYONE consider THAT unlucky? Look, I will walk under the step stool. I will let the darkest White Dog cross my path. No misfortune! Humans are sometimes just silly."
Steve replied, "Maybe you are right Little One, but did you know the day even has a special name? Yep, it is known as friggatriskaidekaphobia and is not uncommon. The word comes from Frigga, the name of the Norse goddess for whom Friday is named, and triskaidekaphobia, or fear of the number thirteen." She huffed.
The White Dogs surged around Steve and pushed him toward the door. "We're Spirit Dogs, we're not afraid of bad luck. Don't worry dad...and momma...we will shield you. Now, let's GO!"