July 30, 2007

White Dog was a dervish of uncontrolled energy this evening. She didn't know which toy to bring first but was insistent upon playtime so she just sort of ran around in circular paths often involving all three dimensions. She was in Steve's lap, then an instant later begging for treats from me; then in another eye blink, she was playing coy at Steve's side. White Dog wanted to be petted; no, she wanted to run; no again, she raced outside. She even tried getting negative attention by scratching on the chair and "talking back" to me. Finally, White Dog wound down enough to rest at Steve's feet while he read. Walk time will be a marathon, I bet.