September 1, 2017

White Dog waxed a bit poetic about her favorite season: "September brings the smell of chilies roasting, State Fair caramel corn, earthy. damp mornings...and shwarma on warm pita bread.

"I presume you mean LAMB shwarma?" I clarified.

"Of course."

"Odd thing to ascribe to the change of seasons," I commented.

Benson looked up from where he was lying on my feet. "The connection is that this is September 1 and you and dad have a meeting at Sahara. We ALL would kind of like you to bring dinner home to share."

"And let me guess what the White Dog Army choice would be," I laughed.

"Anyone EVER tell you, that you are all VERY spoiled," Steve asked them. Their response was high fives all around.