White Dog was at my side in the office where I worked with one hand and stroked her ears and neck with the other. Bella was asleep on my other side. Puff and Nilla had me locked in from behind as they napped against the wheels of my chair. Sachi snored on one mat at the door and Pearl dreamt of running on the other. All was quiet in the house and the afternoon had a warm glow of accomplishment about it.
I glanced up at the movement into the hallway. Zsofia was awake and heading outside. "Hi Zso," I greeted her. Something in the way she quickened her step made me call her back. She paused, guiltily.
"What do you have? DROP IT!"
Tucked on my supplies cart in the living room I keep a squirt bottle. It is my way to gain attention when sudden selective hearing strikes the White Dogs or when someone gets a little over excited in playing with another. Usually just seeing me pick up the bottle brings a return to sensibility.
Zsofia needed a reminder squirt earlier in the day when she refused to stop "vulturing" poor Puff at the water dish (we have five of them throughout the house). She stopped but glared her unhappiness over being corrected.
Zso turned from where she had so casually been heading outside to reveal my water spritzer hanging by its handle from her mouth.
"Where do you think you are taking that?" I asked. She immediately dropped it, gave me the "What?" look and then scurried to complete her trip outside sans bottle.
White Dog looked at me. "Somehow I do not believe she was taking that out to spray the mint plants." "More likely," I responded, "it would have become 'disappeared' and I would have wondered what the heck had happened to it."