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February 3, 2008
Tess runs across the room and jumps on the couch to stare intently out the window. Then, she dashes to the front window. Curious, I follow. There is a fluffy white dog meandering down the road. He looks like he knows where he is going, but I am worried nonetheless. There is a lot of traffic on my road and it is dark and even a white dog is hard to see. I run up the stairs to follow his progress until I can see him no more. But. I am left wondering, how did Tess know he was there?