March 1, 2018

White Dog called an after dinner meeting to which I wasn't invited. It is March 1st and I pretty much guessed the meeting's agenda to be "Plans for Momma's Birthday Celebration."

Mind you, my birthday is not until the middle of the month but each year WD and Steve lay an elaborate scheme at the start of the month and then bring it to reality slowly and perfectly on the Big Day. This year we have a few new recruits that are not familiar with the ritual and this meeting, I think, was to get the White Dog Army all up to speed.

To make sure MY ears would not pick up any hints, I was placed in the protective custody of Zsofia and Bailey.

"Just keep her busy and happy...and trapped by that tray" they were told as the others filed into the bedroom and the door shut. "Don't worry," Zso told her sister, "WD and I will catch you up to speed in the yard later, you are with me on the food committee."