August 2, 2007

White Dog was in a pesty mood tonight. I would pet and talk with her as she sat by my side and she was fine. If I removed my hand for the slightest reasons, to push up my glasses for example, she would madly scratch at the chair and shove me until I refocused on her. Poor Steve was pestered as he took a bathroom break. White Dog brought in a parade of toys and literally laid them at his feet...and then got mad when he wouldn't play. The white fluffy "pest" succeeded in preventing us from getting much done but she seemed to find no comfort in her victory...or our attention.