February 24, 2020

White Dog nodded toward Pearl, "she just could not wait any longer for dessert. You and dad eat WAY too slowly." "If you mean, Little White Dog of My Heart, that dad and I are not licking the crumbs off of our plates in under 10 minutes like most the the White Dog Army, you are right."

An eye opened even though her head never oved. "I am NOT sleeping, White Dog," she made clear. "Believe me, when dad brings out the biscochito cookies I will be at the front of the line."