Scooty is wearing an Elvis tee.
Latte is wearing an old dude-looking sweater.
Can we say irresistible?
So. Much. Snow.
I've got a Yorkie under my arm for the entire weekend. This thing can make satan himself smile and purr the word, "Awwww" in a loving manner. I was dreading this moment, the "time for a walk" moment. This little nugget, named Scooty, was doing the pee pee dance. "Have you seen it outside, Scooty? It's snowing poodles out there!" He did not find it funny. He had to pee.
Twenty five minutes later (I had to put all of my winter gear on), I took Scooty out. His hesitation grew more and more as he stepped down each porch step. "There's no turnin' back now, buddy. Peters and pooters. Let's go." (I call pee and poo peters and pooters. It's much more socially acceptable, I think.) I look up to see if the sideways were shoveled. Negative. Great. I look back down at Scooty. Scooty? Where's the dog??? The leash led to a little hole in the snow. Scooty down under. Poor thing. He just ... sunk. That dog was an eskimo for a hot second.
For the first time in the last ten years or so (literal), I am actually enjoying the snow. It's prettier than I remember it. (It's hard to remember, we haven't had a real winter in like two years.) I don't mind being snowed in, either. I wish I had gone food shopping yesterday, but it's cool. I can totally live off the two frozen edemame bags in my freezer.
Does snow make you drowsy? Because it's not even 8:00 and I'm ready for bed!
Current Listen: Stadium Love - Metric
