November 9, 2018

White Dog heard the darkest white dogs thunder past the office into the living room. There was something in their return that made her discretely wander out to see what was going on.

This is how she found them.

"Momma," she told me, "they look innocent enough but I just have the feeling there is a story that is not yet being revealed."

I suggested she quietly go out and check the yard to look for clues. White Dog came back in and shrugged.
"Everything looks normal."

"Something is up...or being plotted," she said now fixating on the two girls. "I can just tell."

"Well it is a good time to sort of shift from the office to the living room; dad will be arriving soon. Let's go out and sit with them."

Zsofia and Bailey thumped wags when we joined them but did not move.

"What is up, girls?" I asked them.
"Just waiting for dad," was the response.

Steve's reaction when Bai jumped up to give him welcome kisses was "Yuck, you have been eating something nasty that you shouldn't in the yard, haven't you? No! Don't kiss me!"

White Dog noticed a smudged streak on the side of Zso's neck. She gave Steve a heads up. "Before you get too vigorous in your petting be aware that Zsofia, too, was part of whatever bad habits have been enjoyed. You might want to clean off her ruff before any big hugs."