White Dog was curled up on the seat of my chair. She looked at the clock and noted that it was half past midnight. "Must have had good traffic," she laughed. "Like none, thankfully. I am always glad to get home,"as I sank down next to her and was blizzarded by the rest of the White Dog Army.
The drive home from Santa Fe after the Opera is a long one but the moment we pull into the drive, we are re-energized enough to rush into the noisy greeting, demands for treats, and celebration of being together again.