April 29, 2008

White Dog was very stressed when I fell to a violent flu bug (or food poisoning) late this morning. She was frightened by the noises I was making and I smelled funny to her. White Dog paced a circle around and watched me intently from a distance but she avoided getting too near. She clung to Steve when he came home and sought his reassurance that everything would be fine. At that point, White Dog was easier to convince than I was.