White Dog straightened Steve's tie and the White Dog Army lined the way to the door, each taking a moment to kiss or wag or somehow wish him luck.
The festive mood began when they were asked to have an early dinner. All watched in fascination as Steve dressed into "opera" clothes and were confused because I was clearly not going out.
"Dad is going to an award's dinner tonight," I told them. "Two projects he worked on and his firm have been nominated for AIA honors. You all must keep momma safe and happy while we wait here to hopefully hear good news."
Steve headed out for cocktails, dinner, and smoozing. The White Dog Army and I played music, sang, shared my sandwich and salad. Late in the evening Steve messaged us that his firm had won an award for the New Mexico School for the Arts but their Nazareth Center had not. The School in Santa Fe, was the jury's favorite project of the thirty projects entered.
Soon after, he let us know he was on the way home. He was greeted by a cheering blizzard. After a quick change into play clothes we broke out the jerky for a celebratory round of treats.