October 4, 2020

White Dog was lying in my arms. I thought I was dreaming, My Girl has not slept in our bed for a very long time. Then I heard the beginning bars of "Closer To Believing," the Emerson, Lake and Palmer song that was our wedding theme. I opened an eye...it WAS WD next to me...and the rest of the White Dog Army were gathered around the bed. When Steve walked in wearing a French beret and red neckerchief, Zso and Bail could not longer contain their excitement and jumped up onto the bed.

"It is kind of like Gotcha Day for you and dad," said Roman as he pushed his face into my arm. "Get UP!" Bella commanded. "So the party can start!"

"Dad said it was your 40th anniversary." Tizenegy calculate. "He made it sound like a BIG deal, but it is only FOUR dog years according to this calculator on the internet. I guess it does not matter if we are going to celebrate all day, starting with pancakes and bacon."

I looked up at my "French" chef. "You were saying the other day that you missed the opportunity to take me to Paris, so the Army and I are bringing France here today on a virtual anniversary vacation...starting with crepes willed with berries and marscapone." 

Steve handed me a photo album. "There are a few things my crew and I need to do to finish getting ready and to move breakfast along. While we get coffee going, you and White Dog can look through the wedding album. Be sure to be prepared to see the photos several times as I am sure we ALL will want to view them."

"Who are those people?" White Dog asked. "My grandfather and my incredible Aunt Betty," I answered. "We are at the inn where we had the reception. It was warm comfortable; we were all so cold from the outdoor ceremony."

We heard the call from the kitchen. "Coffee in-coming. Along with ALL the members of the coffee club." I set the album aside lest it get trampled in the stampede for our morning ritual.

"Don't worry Little White Dog of My Heart. I have the feeling we will be celebrating and remembering all day long. I hope we do not end up boring you to sleep." "Bribe us with treats; that ALWAYS works," was her reply.