White Dog smiled at me. "It is wonderful to see Opal finding her stride and independence," she told me, "but it must make you a little sad that your constant companion once glued to your side leaves you unattended."
This conversation took place over White Dog's breakfast as we looked out to see Opal patroling the yard perimeter like she has seem the others do a million times. It is the Army practice to keep our boundaries secure. We heard Opal go around to the side yard, an area where she could not see the ramp or dog door, and stand at the locked gate barking at potential invaders.
White Dog and I cheered her bravery and broke into smiles as our Sparkling Girl stepped inside to check on us...and then returned to sit on the deck to continue watch.