December 27, 2018

White Dog came up quietly next to me. "Um, dad seems to be home for a lot of days. Should we be worried? I can order a cutback of kibble and treats."

I laughed and took her face in my hands. "All is fine, Little White Dog of My Heart. Remember dad's office closes down between the holidays, no one goes to work. He will be home with us for six more days. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Better than wonderful" she trotted into the office where Steve was clearing off his desk. "Grab the keys, dad. We need to go for a ride and a run in the park. Just you and me. Momma says you belong to us!"

BEFORE the blizzard predicted began.