Anyway, when you are the little guy, life can be an odd adventure. You find yourself wanting to do what everyone else is doing. You simply yearn to get out and have a little fun with your friends. Frolic about with wild abandon. Throw caution to the wind. But then, sometimes when you are the little guy, things tend to become a bit 'bogged down'. A rolling stone gathering moss as it were. And in the end you find yourself burdened and the road is all uphill.
Understanding dawns. The light goes on. It's just as clear as the driven snow. We knew from the get-go Cabra was half Havanese. We just didn't realize it was the bottom half that was Bichon Freezé.
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I used to have to wear a snowsuit, too, when I was a little. They aren't very comfortable but they sure make you look cute.
I've got tears running down my face...that was SO funny. Of course, the poor girl looked like she was covered in external TUMORS, which wouldn't have been funny at ALL, but knowing they were really just snowBALLS...Ah HA HA HA HA HA! And she took it all in stride. Tough little cookie! :-)
Oh, Marigold, I fear no absurdist theorist could make sense of the bizarre meteorology plaguing you all. And to think (and I say this not to rub salt in a wound, but rather to confirm your Twilight Zone diagnosis) that I write this comment in shorts and a t-shirt, wondering how Maine became so balmy. Strange days indeed. I'm glad your canine friends have taken heart in the conditions--I hope you've found a way to do so in your own goaty way.
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