White Dog and Steve had a posse as they watered the rose bushes and made sure the plants were happy. It looked a bit like those television scenes in teaching hospitals where the "expert" has a string of doctors waddling behind asking lots of questions and getting in the way.
When she came in later, White Dog rested her head against my leg. "Sometimes," she sighed, "as much as I love when the Army helps, I would just rather do it myself."
I kissed her head. "thank you for your patience. They will quickly lose interest."
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