April 11, 2019

White Dog dropped it on the carpet and the entire house froze in shock. The White Dog Army took several minutes to react as the Queen WALKED AWAY from her afternoon jerky treat and went back to lie on her bed.

When they realized it was not a trick and she was not returning there was a blizzard. "LEAVE IT!" my booming voice froze all for a second time and I reached down to scoop up the strip from under the coveting looks.

I went into the office where she rested.

"Are you feeling poorly Little White Dog of My Heart? When you refuse your favorite treat I worry." She looked at me and sighed then turned her back to me. "Rest for now but when dad comes home we are going to do a thorough look to make sure you do not have glickies or a tender tummy or some other malaise." One-by-one the WDA crept in to look for themselves and join the vigil.

She slept all afternoon and greeted Steve with enthusiasm. I told him of the afternoon and we held WD, checking her temperature, squeezing and pressing, looking at her eyes and mouth. She seemed fine. Dinner was devoured and when Steve offered the jerky to her during HIS meal, she sat against him on the sofa and enjoyed it.

Bella looked at Steve with a bit of awe. "I think Dad has cured what ailed my sister!"