
Emma was outside on mom's balcony asking to be let in. Mom felt sorry for her and let her in, it was either she felt sorry for her or didn't want dog slobber all over her door.




Probably didn't want her entire window covered with a Mastiff tongue.
By the time breakfast was over this is what my previously snow free car looked like.

The fire is burning in the wood stove, the dogs are laying as close as possible to that wonderful heat source and I'm about to break open a new book. Could life get any better?
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