White Dog sent Bella in to let Opal, Bailey, Zsofia and I know that dinner was imminent. Our Tiny Dance high-stepped in wagging her tail and singing "Baa-baa, Baaa!" Zso turned her nose to the air and responded, "Lamb!" All three of the white dogs were waiting at the kitchen gate before I even transferred to my wheelchair.
The best part of the Birthday Eve dinner was watching White Dog devour an entire grilled lamb chop, with gusto. The others noshed and tore and crunched the bones Steve had cut from the ones he grilled for WD, himself and me. And unlike White Dog, the others also enjoyed the carrots, mushrooms, cucumbers, and bleu cheese crumbles that accompanied the lamb. Dessert was a Ukraine-type Platsok of chocolate, coconut cream, walnuts, and strawberries..."Today is Pi Day and this is a cross between cake and pie," Roman explained. The WDA enjoyed a special tapioca and cream puddling.
I thought I had been pampered at brunch with incredibly thin and flavorful lox and cream cheese on true NY style bagels. "Wait until tomorrow," Opal told me in confidence.
Currently as I look around, this is the scene:
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