April 28, 2008

White Dog spent twenty minutes vocalizing to Steve her list of gripes about the day. She actually talks a lot making moans and grunts and not-quite-barks and little noises. Steve listened as he rubbed her tummy and White Dog told him how she was ignored all afternoon in favor of the Mayans; how she was soooo bored; how nobody understands how difficult her life truly is...and on and on. White Dog made quite a convincing case for sainthood. Steve gave her lots of sympathy along with pot roast and gravy for supper which seemed to make things good again.