White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army reacted to the this morning's nasty weather like they usually do...gathered at the dogdoor heads pushed out of the flap solemnly surveying the falling sleet.
Zsofia, the Darkest White Dog, laid her head on Steve's lap and wooed. "Too long a White Dog, Baby Girl?" he asked her. "You should be loving this, look it has turned to snow." Zso wooed again. "Come on let's go out and play and refind your Inner Sibe!"
The rest watched them from the patio window, inside where it was warm and dry. "I am thinking the Inner Sibe wants to come in," White Dog observed.