October 2, 2016

White Dog's voice was muffled and she was getting annoyed at my asking her to repeat what she was saying. SHE blamed the clippers; I suggested it might be more that she was lying across my lap under the sheet.

Finally, I understood her to say, "Don't worry momma, we have you protected!" Benson at my feet as well as Bella and Opal at the end of the bed wagged their recognition of the importance of their task.

"You guys make it a challenge for dad to give me a straight, clean cut," I told them and the others pressing at the doorway..