February 6, 2021

White Dog took one look at Zsofia who was sprawled across the hallway entry in front of Steve's chair and turned to go back into the office.

"Zso, you are blocking entry! No one can get past you and dad and your scritch-fest," I told her.

"One more minute, momma, Dad ALMOST has found the right place." 

"Ahhhh, THERE dad, that is the perfect spot! Scritch away!"

"Ahem," said a chorus in the hallway, "we are waiting." White Dog had been joined by Roman coming in from the yard, and a newly awakened Bella.