July 8, 2020

White Dog laughed. "I always know, momma, when you are shutting down the computer, transferring to the wheelchair, and getting ready to go out to the living room in the afternoon. Everyone in the WDA lines the hallway to start the parade. They get so excited."

I smiled at the Little White Dog of My Heart. "They are not so excited by ME," I told her, "as they are by the fact that my coming to the living room signals afternoon treat time. And if sirens and bells would hurry me out there, you can bet the Army would have them strapped on by tomorrow afternoon."