November 3, 2020

 White Dog sighed. She had just come in from a walk with Steve. "I hate the early darkness but I must admit our house looks like a haven of warmth and safety," she said.

"Yeah, what's that song...There's a light (over by the Frankenstein place" Bailey laughed. White Dog was not amused and she continued. "There are friendly faces in the window to greet anyone passing by."

"And best of all, inside it smells like lemon blueberry loaf baking. Nothing says home like warm cake."