White Dog sat on the sofa with Steve. He was feeding her cottage cheese and honey, a treat they both enjoy. The White Dog Army was arrayed to take best advantage of the lovely breeze coming in through the door and window and spun to the room's far corners by the ceiling fan.
"I hope some of the pups are in with momma," WD said. "I would hate for her to be lonely."
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