White Dog ran out to the kitchen first thing her nose sniffing and tail wagging. While she slept, the stock pot simmered turning a ham bone, spices and vegetables into the rich stock base for navy bean soup. After allowing it to cool, the short shank went to the anxiously awaiting jaws of White Dog. She has not been without the bone all day--chewing it, carrying it, licking it, guarding it. Tonight the nubbin will mysteriously "disappear" and the bliss will fade.
White dog ,we love your blog.come and visit us too.
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