July 29, 2008

White Dog sat calmly and unflinchingly as Camryn gently stroked her back. Then he wrapped his arms around her and leaned his face against her side in a soft loving way. Even when he let go, White Dog was tranquil; she did not bolt for the nearest exit. Instead, White Dog stayed put on her chair and politely accepted the treats Camryn offered. Both Jesse and I were very impressed...with both participants.