White Dog lit up with happiness when I pulled new screaming monkey from the shipping box. She sat wriggling with excitement as I cut off the tags and clothing, then she gently, delicately took Monkey in her mouth and just walked around holding him. White Dog was an
uncaptured Kodak moment as she lay napping on the bed, her chin resting on Monkey who nestled under one paw. When Steve came home, White Dog bounded to greet him carrying Monkey along for introductions.
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