White Tornado

Years ago, there was a commercial for some cleaning product that was called the "White Tornado." This is often an apt description for Emme. She is often a burst of energy. When we wake up in the morning, Emme waits with me (semi-patiently) while I wash my face and brush my teeth. Then I open the bedroom door and she flies downstairs like a White Tornado to find Ken and Rudy. Often when she returns from outside after doing her business, she dashes around the house to celebrate her success. Sometimes she runs for the sheer joy of running. We call it the "blitz" as she dashes around the house from room to room, over Rudy, under furniture, on top of the couch, around our legs, and over toys. Emme is our "White Tornado."