July 13, 2007

White Dog came in and hopped up on the bed with an old, discolored, dirt-mottled bone she found somewhere in the yard. After much discussion, with changing tones, she finally relinquished the relic for a liver treat. But Steve decided that such a successful, polite transaction called for better payment. Pausing Beijing Bicycle, Steve left and returned with a fresh beef rib bone recently rediscovered in the "leftovers" section of the freezer. White Dog could not be luckier on this Friday, the 13th!