White Dog Leave a Comment / Stories / By Mark Deutsch / July 19, 2010 A man came by the studio gates and rang the bell. Will you help me? He asked, My house has burned down. I gave him a few and he said we will be blessed. What struck me most about him was the dog that he held up with his arm. It sat without moving, only staring. Its fur white as cotton and eyes dark as the abyss.