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Low and slow day
You go ahead Mom …call me when breakfast is ready.
I was sorely tempted to keep the bedding out and spend the entire day dozing off and on…
Didn’t happen though.
T’was the night before…
Yeah, we know the story.
Except in my house… the creatures are mooching, the man is asleep.
The chimney is almost completely blocked and the service guys come on the 30th…
G and I watch movies, drink wine, and munch on fancy foods.
Last year’s feast
LOL, quit staring at me!
Ever get that feeling that someone is staring at you?
I woke up to it.
There snuggled next to me, head on my hip, was Lucy… staring at me.
One half an hour before my alarm went off I woke up to find her watching me.
I laughed…hard. Decided to get up.
Went upstairs, then went to the kitchen got food and water ready for the dogs and she hadn’t moved off the couch…nope, not her.
After waking me up, she went back to sleep.
My turn to wake her up. 😉
I can see again!
So nice to not have that huge scratch down the one lens that I acquired in my fall on Trick or Treat night.
Clear vision!
Glasses!
Sometime today…I’ll head over and pick up my new glasses. How marvelous it will be to be able to see again!
My optician wants to meet Lucy so guess who is going along with me?
Yep, she’ll love it. Lucy is a great social butterfly. (This is her at the Vet’s)
Booze
Yep, that’s what we need these days plenty of booze to blur the edges and take away the reality of what the idiots have done.
Laughing at the dogs
I would have posted a video here showing Gavin bouncing around, but WordPress doesn’t allow the format.
If you want to see it, go to my facebook page and pray you’re a friend. I didn’t make it public.
Icy walks made for housebound happy dogs.
You know it’s getting COLD when…
I finally drag out my sweat pants and put on Tabi socks with my flip-flops.
Lucy insists/yells/barks like crazy at me… on having me put her hoodie on her before she goes out, and she rolls herself up in a fuzzy blanket when she comes in.
The Curmudgeon’s truck gets stubborn about starting. Nope, don’t wanna…
Gavin puts up with a cushion in his crate. Yep, only when it’s cold. He’d rather sleep in a bare crate. That’s my idiot dog.
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