This morning as I was boiling tea water and getting the fire going while still in my fuzzy pajamas, I was mildly surprised by a knock on the door. It was my young neighbor, Miss L, bearing this:
My friends, if you would like to share the goodness of your religion with your friends and neighbors, this is the way to do it: a friendly visit on the more joyful of your celebration days, a subtle nod to the religious symbol, and marshmallows. Also: butter.
After we got back from our morning ski, I decided to spend the majority of my day at home today, for the first time since... maybe 2009. Evidently, the dogs spend all day doing this:
When the sun moves, there is no reason for them to:
However, they still feel obligated to escort me to pee, and also move about throughout the day.
They still sleep sometimes like outdoor dogs, covering their noses against the nonexistent cold:
My goofy-ass wheel dog is pretty danged cute, if I do say so myself. :)
Autumn is just a lovely, dignified wolf-beast:
1 comment:
Please wash your beddings and the futon cover more often, since the dogs are not washed as the city dogs.
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