March 17, 2018

White Dog rushed in and jumped into my lap. She had been helping Steve with some car things while the rest of the White Dog Army supervised from every front room window.

Steve followed her in. "SHOW her!" WD demanded and nudged his arm toward me. "Baby Girl," he suggested, "let me at least call it up on screen." He pushed at his cellphone as she whimpered for him to hurry then she dragged his hand to my face.

"Look, momma! SPRING is here!"