November 8, 2015

White Dog sat with me as we looked through photos Candace had taken this afternoon in the yard. "Sometimes, when you see her like this, you can almost believe she is going to grow up to be an elegant and capable leader of the White Dog Army," WD said. I kissed the top of her head. "How could she not? She has the most incredible mentor in you and a caring patient pack that has taken great pains to raise her with grace and love. In the far distant future, when her time comes, you can all know the pride and peace of what you shaped in these crazy wild child days."