August 10, 2021

White Dog laughed at the drama. "It is not like there isn't any other water bowls in the house," she said. "There are FOUR others and all are full."

A bit earlier, the tech with her portable X-Ray machine came to get an updated scan of my lungs; the doctor wanted to see the status of the pneumonia that seemed to be hanging on.

The machinery is a wonder, all folded upon itself into a wheeled handcart that a single person can manipulate into an in home X-ray lab. The tiny spaces of our eighty year old house makes setting up in the bedroom tricky but do-able.

In order to position the x-ray light you must move the water dish and slide the machine's long left stabilizer leg under the dresser. Easily done BUT when the tech is done, the White Dog Army expects that the dish is returned to position.

Amy was long back to her car with the machine when the drama surged...Opal leaning down for a drink then pulling up short as she realized the bowl was not correctly angled; she paced in aggitation...Zso did not even bend her neck before looking at me and wooing about the lack of available water...Bailey laid down before the unit whimpering and slap at it with her paw.

Steve came to the doorway. "What is ging on?" he asked. Bailey slapped the water container as Zso sang. "Oh for dog's sake. Here. Let me turn it for you!"

 "Thanks, dad. THAT is just the perfect angle."