No blizzard or squalls here in the Ville, just light snow and frigid wind that will freeze your face off in about 10 seconds. It’s miserable. And it’s not even pretty… nothing special.
Embracing the cozy…
Might as well make use of the downtime to snuggle on the couch with whichever hound makes it to the coveted spot at my feet first. It happened to be Merida this time around.
Time stuck inside looks different for everyone. My Momma is working on a puzzle, and Perry, Ben and I are playing video games. Ben’s a dwarf miner in his game, Perry is a fabulous baseball player, and I’ve been trying my hand at horticulture — strange horticulture.
No one around here has been playing chess – and no axes have been used. 😉
Now you know: Chess games are banned at Russian Antarctic Stations because in 1959 one researcher attacked another with an axe out of anger after losing a game.
Week #3 of “52 weeks of the hound.”
Dharma has this thing she loves — standing between the legs of anyone for butt scratches…
