White Dog was in a funk over the overcast grey day that threatened rain. She moped at Max's morning call to play and wasn't even nice to the Bug Guy (who always brings a dog biscuit). White Dog barely greeted Adam and ignored the offer to share my gyros lunch. Later, during a downpour, she just laid on the bed and sighed. White Dog spent most of the evening sitting in her front room window perch staring dejectedly into the gloom and hoping for Steve's return from class, as if he would make it all better.
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