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Today in things that only happen to me before a boss pull in Firelands:

Jack hopped in through the open window (he gets to use it like a cat door in warmer weather) and went under my chair. I happened to look down and saw he deposited a dead mouse.

Jack: I BROUGHTED YOU A MURDER PRESENT!
Jade: (On vent.) "Um, sorry guys, I need a minute to clean up the dead mouse my cat just brought me."
Jack: (Sashays off to his chair, nose in the air.) YOU'RE WELCOME!

When I had a chance a few minutes later, I gave him some catnip, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

At least he didn't bring it to me while I was lying in bed this time,* and at least he wasn't like Gwen and left it on the dining room table.** Still, his timing could have been better.

As for the raid, don't ask me. I don't want to get into it.

* = True story. It was shortly after we brought Jack home from the cat rescue. One night I was sitting in bed on the laptop and Jack jumped on the bed and plopped a big dead mouse right there next to me on the comforter. That was the moment I knew he was happy to have a home.

** = Also a true story. This one not as funny because Gwen had partially disemboweled the mouse and left the top half on the table for us. I guess she thought the entire mouse was more than we deserved.
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I didn't really do this last year, but I thought this year I'd offer lots of picture spam from our Christmas weekend. This will be divided into two posts, the first primarily dealing with Santa and the kiddo with a special appearance from Jack. Next post will be pictures of some wonderful gifts Sam and I received from his parents and sisters.

First up, the Santa swag.


Unwrapping Presents = SRS BSNS


Nine more pictures under here. )
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby For Me?)
Warning: The following image may cause cavities or inspire a sudden desire to snuggle fluffy animals.

A rainy day means that rather than go outside for their morning "patrols," Sasha and Jack stay inside and hang out where it's dry. For Jack, this means the couch (where Sasha isn't allowed given her propensity for occasionally finding mud puddles to play in) since he can maximize his human cuddling. Normally he curls up next to my left side or, if Sam is on his laptop, stretches out over Sam's chest (being taller than me, he has more space for Jack to fit), but today he chose to stretch out on the cushion next to me and when I had to get up, I turned and saw this:



What's really cute about it is that Jack hates belly petting, but of course I couldn't resist all that fluffy belly. It annoyed him but all he did was roll slightly to one side so I'd stop and then stretch out again. He remained unmoving as I got up to grab the camera.

January 13, 2012, will be two years since I adopted Jack and brought him home from the cat rescue. I was able to get him right away (after I filled out an application and they spoke to my vet) rather than needing to wait for them to neuter and chip him. He'd been adopted once before and brought back, probably because he was a, um, boisterous boy kitty who liked to pounce and play. He's still boisterous and will tip over the trash can to get to his empty cans of wet food as there might still be some morsels left behind he didn't get the first time, but he's also become one of the cuddliest and sweetest kitties I've ever had.
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Tim Doubts Your Sincerity)
Jack has this habit of knocking over the trash can, usually to get at his empty cans of cat food to make absolutely sure I have given him every tiny molecule of wet food. Yes, he's a cat. No, he's not so much of a cat that tipping over garbage can for scraps is beneath him. (This only serves as further proof he was a dog in his previous life, especially considering he chases other dogs off the property and acts like he's king of the castle.)

Apparently, he and Sasha have developed a system. Or maybe Sasha's just think she's clever. Whatever it is, whenever Jack has knocked over the trash can, Sasha has come to believe she won't be the one to get in trouble if she helps herself to the garbage. It's already knocked over and she can't help it if the food is right there. Jack was naughty first and that's all that should count, right?

Sasha never goes into the trash or knocks it over. She waits for Jack to do it and only then will she try to get at the food. Jack will at least keep the garbage contained to the kitchen, but Sasha--if I'm not home to pick up the can right away--will take her food to go and bring it into the living room or my bedroom.

But she's still not the one who knocked it over so she shouldn't be fussed at, okay? *sigh*

Other things Jack has apparently taught Sasha despite being younger by several months: How to pounce like a cat. Sam's witnessed this too. Sasha will lie down in the grass like a cat does prior to pouncing on some prey. She might even wiggle her butt a little bit before she leaps to pounce on Jack, who then promptly rolls onto his side to patiently wait while Sasha nuzzles his belly and chin. Yes, my fifty-pound Chow-mix pounces on our ten-plus pound kitty and the kitty loves it. They also groom each other. No joke.

My pets are weird.

...and now I have to go pick up the trash can again. Someone's getting put outside for a bit.
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I knew it was coming. As I said the other night (possibly filtered, don't know), Prissy had been slowing down over the last month or so. This past week she'd been sleeping more, though she was still eating and drinking (and fussing at me). Last night, she got up to get water and eat a little food, and then she went to lie back down and she let out this one brief yowl and I knew something happened. She still got up to get more water and eat, but there was just something different about her.

She slipped away this afternoon while I was out of the house. When I left, she was sleeping peacefully and purred a little when I petted her. I was planning to take her to a vet tomorrow (Monday) because I knew it was nearing the end as she spent all day today sleeping.

She was and always will be Dad's cat. I've only been taking care of her for the past almost three years until she was ready to go see him again. That sounds maudlin and probably silly to the atheists out there, but for my spiritual side it makes sense. She was there with him when he died, not leaving his side until they came to get his body.

I haven't cried yet. I will at some point this week when it hits me that she's not here. She's been part of my family since I was in middle school and I can't explain how great she was for Dad after he was forced to go on disability and later divorced Mom. It was always kind of like entering a bizarro dimension to see this tough ex-Marine who supposedly hated pets always fret over her and talk to her all the time. Whenever I went over to see him, there was inevitably a new story that began with, "Guess what Prissy did to me now," or "Prissy is mad because I didn't get up this morning to turn up the thermostat." (True story.) I noticed since moving here to North Carolina, that whenever I'd come home to Prissy fussing at me, I'd talk to her like he used to.

I don't know where she spent the first year or so of her life. I know we adopted her after some kind soul brought her into the vet's office after finding her at the lake with a fish hook in her upper lip. Their hope was that someone would take her in and give her a good home. I'd say for 16 or 17 years, she had a long haul. Prissy was the name Mom picked out for her, and she really lived up to it.

Anyway, enough rambling. I'll probably cry tomorrow or Wednesday. Kiddo didn't cry when I told him, but that was because I could tell he was fighting it. He's upset, he just doesn't want to show it (probably because I'm not yet). Going to call the landlord in the morning to ask where we might be able to bury her (it was already dark when we got home, so it's not possible to go out there tonight with the bears and the coyotes).
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Female TMI under the cut. )

Dear cats,

In case you didn't notice, I'm not feeling well. You'll get your wet food when I'm not feeling like either my head or my bowels are going to explode. You have an automatic feeder full of dry food. It won't kill you to eat some of it. I don't care if you know where I sleep.

Your occasional servant,

Jade

***

Dear Sasha,

Don't give me that pathetic look. As soon as the miracle of modern medicine makes me feel human again, you're getting a bath. I tried calling you in last night when the rain started. Just because you'd rather romp in the pasture with the goats and the cattle doesn't mean I have to suffer the stench of wet dog or the annoyance of muddy paw prints.

Looking forward to seeing you fluffy and white again,

Jade
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I've mentioned before that Prissy is a tiny cat, the size of some kittens. I've also mentioned that one of Prissy's favorite things to do is come and curl up on my chest (or Sam's when he's here). She's small enough that it's not a big deal for her to do so, and it's endearing. The only time it's a problem is when she insists on sitting up and bathing herself, which in turn obstructs my view.

Jack, bless his little heart </Southern accent>, likes to cuddle on occasion too, and since Prissy can get on our chests without a problem, he sees absolutely no reason why he can't enjoy the Provider(s) of Food the same way. Jack is about twice Prissy's size and, thanks to his need to devour the dry food, he's a little pudgy. Factor in his long hair and...well, just look:



Yes, that's me lost in orange fur (and yes I do look like crap...well, what you can see of me). I took it today with my laptop's crappy built-in webcam when Jack decided once again to try and take a nap on my chest. He nuzzled my head and purred as loud as he could, but in the end my need to breathe won and he had to settle for cuddling next to me on the couch.

Really, he's a sweet cat and I have to give him points for trying so hard to make it work for him.
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I have a cat on my chest (Prissy)* and one stretched out behind my head on the back of the couch (Jack). I have this paranoia that I'm about to become the victim of some sort of cat-related plot.

If I disappear suddenly, you'll know why.

* = Prissy is about eight pounds soaking wet and is the size of some kittens, so it's not problem for her to curl up on my chest while I'm on the laptop. The problem is that lately Jack has come to the conclusion that he should be able to do the same. He's about twice the size of Prissy with long, fluffy hair. About the best he can manage is to stretch out the top half of his torso across my body. This often leads to hands falling asleep and/or mouthfuls of fluffy orange fur when he tries to fit all of his body in one spot.
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Usually, Jack and Prissy ignore one another, or Jack "attacks" Prissy to try and get her to play with him since he's still a very young kitty (only about 1.5 years compared to Prissy's 16/17 years), but over Thanksgiving Break, they called a temporary peace in order to share in a box I had sitting on the table. Oddly enough, Jack was in it first and Prissy approached him with this "Move over" glare, and thus I grabbed the camera.

I'd forgotten about it until today when a cutesy post elsewhere reminded me of it. I thought I'd share.
jadedmusings: (NCIS - Abby Unbelievable)
I think either I had a ghostly visitor last night or Jack can jump rather high.

I was sleeping peacefully, having fallen asleep pretty early last night. Suddenly, the overhead light popped on and the strings you pull down to turn the light and/or fan off and on were swinging wildly and clanging together noisly. Jack was at the foot of my bed looking up at the light, and I heard Sasha scratching at the door wanting to be let back in (she'd asked to go out before I fell asleep; this was about three hours later).

Now, my bed is pretty high up all things considered, and I'd guess there's about two-and-a-half-foot gap between the mattress and the strings. Why Jack would leap for them, I have no clue. Maybe he heard Sasha scratching at the door and I wasn't waking up fast enough to his liking to let her in. Or maybe he was trying to play around.

Or maybe it wasn't him. All I know is that I did turn off that light and that the strings didn't swing themselves like that after the light being turned on, something caused it. This house is very quiet at night, so the noise is something I remember clearly after I woke up.
jadedmusings: (ATLA - Aang c'mon!)
The cats tonight:



I call it "Jack in the Box."

You may all groan now. ^_^
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A few minutes ago, Jack strolled in through the cat door proudly carrying something large in his mouth. I saw fluttering out the corner of my eye and I freaked out thinking he was bringing in a small mammal. (Allow me to pause here to mention that once he brought me a dead mouse as a present...in my bed.)

Well, I finally cornered Jack and discovered it was not a mammal but an insect. A huge moth to be exact.


(For size reference, that's a college-ruled sheet of notebook paper.)

I immediately tried to rescue the moth (and take the above picture), which proved to be no easy task as Jack was disappointed I'd take his toy away from him and Sasha, who has been the Bug Eradicator(TM) since she was a few months old, decided she'd try and eat the moth too. Both she and Jack gave me pitiful and confused looks as I pushed them away and tried to capture the moth. (Okay, Jack was more glaring than confused.)

I did manage to get it outside, but unfortunately it can't fly anymore and can only flutter around on the ground. Even though I freed it, Jack went back outside through the cat door and carried the poor moth back into the house to bat around some more.

Never a dull moment here.
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A no-kill cat shelter in Michigan is facing foreclosure and needs to raise $4,000 by August 11, 2010.

Via [livejournal.com profile] ginmar who got it from [livejournal.com profile] shekkara (sometimes I swear LJ is like playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon):

The Cat Project is facing foreclosure and is in urgent need of support, or the nearly 100 animals they care for will be left with no care. The below email was passed along at work through our network of pet activists comes from the vet who runs the shelter. It's a no-kill shelter that operates purely on donations and volunteer help: http://www.freewebs.com/catproject/whoweare.htm

Nancy the vet is advertising a garage sale, but non-locals can help through their paypal donate button on their donate page: http://www.freewebs.com/catproject/donate.htm

Donations are tax-deductable.

------ begin email ------

I've enjoyed your emails through the years and am wondering if
you can help me at this time. The Cat Project, my cat rescue, is in
trouble. My veterinary clinic suffered from hostile former owners
and the bad economy and closed its doors July 1. I have been
without a paycheck for 7 weeks. I have a foreclosure notice from my
bank unless I raise $3927 by August 11, 2010.

The Cat Project is having a fundraiser Garage Sale at 2264
Kenmore in Okemos on Saturday July 31. In addition we are seeking
monetary donations to help us meet this deadline. We are caring for
88 cats, 4 dogs and 2 horses currently. We specialize in feral cats
and are also still trying to do some low cost spay/neuter/vaccines
for cats.

Could you let people on your email list know about this?
Thank you very much.
Nancy

Nancy L. Bischof DVM MPH
6745 W. Winegar Rd.
Perry, MI 48872-9798
phone 517-675-3133

RIP Ginger

Apr. 29th, 2010 01:21 pm
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I am getting so sick of people who have dogs and can't control them.

Today, my mother pulled up next to her driveway instead of pulling up under her carport which is in her back yard and is behind a fence, mostly because she knew she'd be going back out this evening for the kiddo's t-ball game. She had her dogs, Wicket and Ginger, with her just like she's done millions of times before. Her dogs, a Lhasa Apso and Miniature Daschund, are good about sticking with her and following her through the gate and into the house. What Mom didn't know was that her neighbor's dogs had managed to get out of their fence.

I'll spare the details, but those dogs (German Sheperds according to Mom, but I'm not 100% on that) came over and attacked Ginger, the Miniature Daschund. She couldn't get to her before they carried her off, and by the time she did get to them, it was too late.

Ginger was 13/14 years old, nearly blind, and while she was obviously slowing down, she was still full of life. What's worse is that she was my late grandmother's dog and when she died of cancer, Mom took over care of Ginger. Those dogs mean the world to my mother, and Ginger was just one more connection to her own mother so this loss is really hard. My aunt is probably a mess too since she would have taken Ginger if not for her full house of dogs, and my uncles will likely be hurt because they associated Ginger with my grandmother too. I'm pretty much not dealing because I'm just not able to process much beyond anger at the moment, and I have no idea how the kiddo will take it. He wasn't close to her so maybe he'll be all right about it, I don't know.

As for the neighbor, he offered my mother money, which she refused because, well, how the fuck do you quantify the years we've had Ginger in our lives? We'd seen the dogs loose a few months ago, an admittedly first-time occurence as far as I knew, and had called him to let him know and that was when I learned he apparently has shock collars on them because "they won't listen to [him] otherwise." I wasn't impressed to learn that at the time, and had I known they were apparently aggressive to smaller animals/dogs, I might have been a lot more worried. I don't know if this is the first time those dogs have attacked another, but at this point I don't really care. He knew they weren't controllable and he didn't do anything more to rectify it despite them getting loose before. I wish Mom would call the police since the man can be fined where he is for his dogs getting loose (she lives in the town limits, so they are a lot stricter than they are for my neck of the woods), but she's too upset to really know what to do. I suppose there's a part of me happy that the other neighbor didn't have her small children outside playing because what if they went after them, or if they saw the attack? Mom had to watch as it is and I've got a lot of grisly details I'm sparing. Children wouldn't need to see that, and a dog attack is not something you forget.

My evening will be spent consoling Mom and...I'm not sure what else. Just, if you're a dog owner or are thinking of becoming one, you don't have to enroll your pets in obedience classes, I swear. But you do need to know your dogs, know how they are around strangers and other animals, and if you can't find that out, then keep track of them and watch them when you're outside. If you notice aggression or that they aren't heeding your commands, please talk to your vet or to someone who knows how to train dogs as soon as you know there is a problem. And if that person tells you to just get a shock collar or something similar, get a second opinion. Also, please spay or neuter your pets, preferably before they're a year old. These dogs were kept in a fenced-in yard and were never expected to escape, but today they did and it wasn't the owner who paid the price for the mistake, it as my mother. If you click on the tag "pets: gwen," you'll see that this isn't the first time I've had to deal with an uncontrolled dog killing a beloved pet.
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I am so sick of rain. It has been raining pretty much non-stop all damn day. My yard looks like it's forming into one giant puddle. Ick. The kiddo is with Mom for the night, and I am glad for the break. It's probably even better since the rain is putting me in a foul mood, as is UPS taking forever to deliver a package.

Oh yes, I used UPS again. I hope I don't regret giving them a second chance. At least this time the package is still listed as "Out for delivery" on the website, and there's so far been no notes about my address not existing or being completely wrong like there was last time. It's almost five o'clock, though. This does not bode well. *grumble*

Poor Sasha has been a miserable puppy today. Usually she spends much of the day outside running around with the neighbors' dogs, but today it's been too cold, and each time she tries to go outside, it's still raining. So she'll step out onto the screened-in porch and lay there for a few minutes to wait for the rain to stop before giving up and asking to come back inside. She keeps giving me the most pathetic look of "I want to play and I can't." It makes me feel guilty, like I should go and do something about the rain or something, especially because she's been on her best behavior today while indoors and, bless her, remaining so calm despite the fact I know she has a ton of energy to burn. Everytime I get up to go check and see if UPS is here, or to grab something, she hops to her feet and watches me because she thinks I'm about to leave and maybe, just maybe, she'll get to ride in the truck with me. I might let her do that later this evening if I go out somewhere just so she can get out of the house.

Penny, as always, is perfectly content to stay inside where it is both warm and dry. If I so much as hint at opening the door to let her out, she tucks her tail between her legs and backs away. ("You'd make me go out in that?! What kind of a monster are you?")

Prissy the cat took the opportunity to snuggle with me under the covers while I finished reading Issola by Stephen Brust in bed (good book, by the way, as is most of the series). It kept us both rather nicely warm. She's spent the rest of the time curled up on the vent in the living room since I have the heat running. ("Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to share the warmth? Silly human.")

Still no UPS and I have to head out soon to pick up something left for me at my uncle's store, and then I got roped into taking Mom and the kiddo out to dinner. I'll give them a few more minutes, check the website, and then I'll have to leave. I will not be a happy Jade if I have to spend my Saturday waiting on a package as well.

ETA: It came! Yay, it finally arrived! At almost 5:30!
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A while back, I had two dogs beds since before I had Sasha, there was Zoe and Penny. Well, the beds had removeable machine-washable covers, and when Sasha was about four or five months old and in her chewing phase, I took the covers off to wash them. Sasha tore one of the beds while the cover was off and got the stuffing everywhere. The bed had to be tossed out, and from then on she and Penny had one bed to share between them.

Today, I happened to see a nice bed that was big enough for both dogs at Wal-Mart and opted to bring it home. I set the bed down next to the old bed, which is where Penny was laying. Not two minutes after I put it down, Prissy the cat ran over to the bed and promptly laid down on it, claiming it for her own. Keep in mind this bed is big enough for Sasha, who at this point weighs fifty or more pounds. Prissy can sit on my shoulder and weighs less than ten pounds. That's a whole lot of bed for a cat her size.

The funniest part about the whole thing is that neither of the dogs challenged this. Penny continued to snooze less than a foot away on the old bed, only giving Prissy a casual glance while Sasha took one look at her and flopped down on the floor to enjoy the rawhide bone I got for her. Yes, they know their place.

It's been about an hour since I first put the bed down. Penny has spent about two minutes on the bed, but as soon as she got up, Prissy reclaimed it and is now resting peacefully on it while Sasha has curled up on the old bed. Penny has moved to the floor next to Sasha. (I'm trying to get a picture of this, but Sasha hears it when I turn on the camera and gets excited and runs up to me.)

I forsee myself purchasing a small cat bed just for Prissy. I also forsee that this will probably do nothing to change the fact that she has proclaimed herself queen of the big fluffy bed.

Though I do have to say I am very happy that the dogs and the cat can lay literally inches from one another without causing an incident.
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Sasha on March 3, 2009:


Approxiamately six/seven weeks old.

Sasha on April 14, 2009:


Approxiamately twelve/thirteen weeks old. (Also, ignore the carpet. It needs a good steam cleaning. Next house I have, I will not get light carpeting in a heavy traffic room. Ugh.)

Look at how long her legs are, and her paws are huge. She is going to be a big dog. She's also losing some of her fluffiness, but I suspect it's because her coat is changing, and she'll still have thick fur.

More pictures under the cut of Penny and Sasha. )
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The puppy is warming up to the kiddo and me. She's been coming out to find me and wanting to be petted now whereas she's had this tendency to find a quiet space to rest and shy away when she was walking around. Outside she's starting to brave taking more than a few steps from the steps and is actually prancing around a bit and running. She even tried to play with the kiddo, but he scared her by accident and I have to remind him she needs to get a little bigger before he can really play with her. All in all it's a far cry from the night I found her.

I took the camera out today when I took her and Penny out, and in between reassuring Penny she's still my dog too, I managed to snap a couple of cute pictures of the puppy.



You can't see it there because she has her tail down, but it does indeed curl up over her back when she's relaxed, so she's possibly got at least some Chow in her recent ancestry. She sees the vet in the morning and, assuming a clean bill of health and no owners come forward, I'll be keeping her. I've still got an extra dog bed (not that Penny uses hers) and I can afford the extra kibble and vet bills. Plus, I already know a great dog groomer through Mom, so upkeep for her coat if it stays fluffy won't be an issue.

I'm going to be building a fence for my backyard. I was already planning to get one, but with a puppy I'll step things up a bit and go ahead and call around for estimates. I've noticed the neighbor's black lab getting bolder about coming in our yard, and the other day when Gwen got out (she's used to being outdoor/indoor though she rarely gets outside if I can help it) he harrassed her and had her cornered by barking and growling at her. Plus there's a few other dogs I've seen coming around, so I worry about Penny being let out without supervision and I figure a fenced-in backyard would be good for her and the kiddo (I'll be putting up a swingset this spring too). I've got a huge area for it and I can make it to where I can just let them out from my back porch.

The only real problem now is I have to name her. (I am such a freaking softie.)

Two moar pics of cuteness under the cut. )
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Late last night while taking Tofu to his house, I found a puppy on the side of a back road. She was scared, shivering, and soaked to the bone (it rained all day yesterday and last night). She's very tiny and can't be more than a few weeks old by my guess. I, otherwise known as big ol' softy, couldn't leave her out in the cold since she couldn't possibly survive on her own. Even if she could, cars go zooming through there all the time and probably would have hit her.

Anyway, she does not look like a mutt. I'm thinking she appears to be a purebred something, and I'm uploading pictures to see if anyone can offer up theories as to her breed. I'm taking her to the vet in the morning to get her checked out (she's been lethargic and I suspect she's weak from running around all last night), and if I can figure out her breed, I can call around to the local vets' offices and the shelter to see if anyone has reported her missing, or perhaps narrow it down to a list of breeders. I'm going to be hitting up google image search and the like for Golden Retriever, but I think I'm way off the mark. Ok, her snout is far too pointed to be either a lab (which I knew) nor does she appear to be a Golden Retriever as her ears aren't floppy enough. Anyway, here's the pictures:







Ideas and/or links to pictures of possibilities are appreciated.

And, yes, there is a fair chance I may wind up keeping her if there isn't a suitable home for her, but I'm really hoping I can find her real home if she has one.
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Look! There is snow on my back deck!



And, more snow!



While I was taking pictures, the neighbor's huskie wandered up. I say he's Penny's boyfriend because he'll often be waiting outside for her to come out and play. When I got back from Atlanta and brought Penny home from Mom's, he sat outside the first night and howled so that I'd let her back outside to play. It was cute...and mildly annoying.



He's a handsome devil, though.

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