White Dog stayed up late with me more to keep me on task, I think than out of loyalty. But in the ween hours of the morning I looked at her and said "Voila! Every White Dog now has a costume for today!" I said it solftly because everyone was asleep but I turned in my chair and suddenly I was surrounded.
"Can I see mine," Benson yawned and asked. Then promptly fell asleep in his costume. To celebrate his new home on the frontier, he chose to be an old fashioned cowpoke; no boots was his only request.