July 28, 2018

White Dog finished up her share of puri and duck jerky, looked up and said, "Don't be sad, Momma. It will be the NEW opera season before you even know it. And now we can have normal Saturdays again."

"I know,  Little White Dog of My Heart," I told her. "It is just that the ending of opera season means summer is ending soon and another cycle has been completed." Tizenegy bounded over and thrust his head under my hand. "There are always your recordings," he reminded me. "WE can have a special feast and all listen together whenever we want!" "And maybe sing along," Zsofia added.