:: THE DOG DAYS OF WINTER ::
August 10, 2003
Working Girl
9:00 p.m.
I wish I worked like Dusty 'works.' As soon as we walk into the gallery, she marches into her crate like a little soldier and lays down, then she sleeps. More than once, I'll look in on her naptime, extremely envious.
She's a good dog and an excellent one at the gallery. My co-worker frequently forgets that Dusty's there, she's so quiet and well-behaved. And she's become more accustomed to this routine, doesn't seem to hate it as much as before.
© 2002 Dusty and her Mom