White Dog and the entire White Dog Army supervised getting the chicken and veggies braising slowly in the crockpot. Then everyone volunteered to test the "doneness" of the lemon icebox cake by tappng the top with a paw (or 11)..."ummm," Steve thought for a moment, "no. It is setting up nicely and by dinner it will be perfect." As a consolation, each of the White Ones enjoyed half a soft-boiled egg with breakfast.
As the others settled in for post-breakfast, pre-treattime naps White Dog suggested that she and Steve and I might run an errand to pick up needed dog food and a few surprises. Our favorite place to shop for the White Dog Army has begun carrying locally produced goat yogurt and we have been meaning to try it.
Once there, White Dog asked if they carried any rabbit. She and the store's owner, Lisa, both thought the idea of having bunny treats today was macabre and hysterical. So we returned home with a very special surprise...which was met with wild enthusiasm by the rest of the White Dog Army.