White Dog did not even have to think about my slight nod toward the door. She was across the room and out the door Steve held open before any of the Army even knew we were planning to go run errands. It was the break and "me" time she needed.
"OK, my loves. We need to run and get dog food and pick up some cream or we won't have coffee tomorrow. We will be right back after that."
True to our word, we rushed home to resume the important Sunday plan that had been temporarily disrupted...Helping YoYoMa heal...in other words,..easy Sunday napping.