May 14, 2008

White Dog is often more perceptive than humans. She seems to know when to just sit quietly, when to talk, and when to be a laugh-producing clown. Such was the case today when cloudy moody rain (yes, it is sorely needed) and car mechanical problems, and one of Steve's teaching class being cancelled all conspired to put me in a funk. White Dog sat close enough so that I could feel her warmth and just shared my melancholy silence. This was what I needed.