August 14, 2007

White Dog found the beef rib that Max stole from her last night. She spent the afternoon guarding it and gnawing at it. White Dog approached the bone like a sculptor with a vision--turning and shaping as she chewed. Tonight vision realized, White Dog proudly carried her "art" to the cold air return grate in the hallway floor and carefully, consciously oriented it correctly then pushed it down the grid. Artist and engineer!