Felicia starts out her day with a cup of Christmas cheer...no, not
that...
just coffee! She loves her morning cup of coffee and looks forward to enjoying her cuppa while reading the day's news (Madoff, anyone?) on her Mac. And every Christmas she brings out her "Happy Holidays"
Grenadiers mugs!
But it's been almost four days of snow and Felicia is sore from all the shoveling! Dolce doesn't mind so much. She's got a coat of fur...that's not quite as thick as it was when she was twelve weeks old! She's molting her baby fur and looks a bit scraggly at times! Yorkies never go through scraggly phases. Poor Dolce. She can't help it that she's a Pomeranian. I'm sure her fur will grow back. Someday.
Peaches and I wander down the driveway in the heavy snow.
I decide to go back into the garage, where Michael has brought India's car to scrape two feet of snow off of it, so he can drive it to a friend's house. Michael is home for Christmas and we are all so glad to see him!
Meanwhile, it's perfect weather for spaghetti. Felicia cooks up a some sauce on the stove.
Nothing like a bubbling cauldron of simmering sauce waiting for us while we go outside and shovel the latest few inches of snow from the front walk!
Felicia starts out her day with a cup of Christmas cheer...no, not that...just coffee! She loves her morning cup of coffee and looks forward to enjoying her cuppa while reading the day's news (Madoff, anyone?) on her Mac. And every Christmas she brings out her "Happy Holidays" Grenadiers mugs!
But it's been almost four days of snow and Felicia is sore from all the shoveling! Dolce doesn't mind so much. She's got a coat of fur...that's not quite as thick as it was when she was twelve weeks old! She's molting her baby fur and looks a bit scraggly at times! Yorkies never go through scraggly phases. Poor Dolce. She can't help it that she's a Pomeranian. I'm sure her fur will grow back. Someday.
Peaches and I wander down the driveway in the heavy snow.
I decide to go back into the garage, where Michael has brought India's car to scrape two feet of snow off of it, so he can drive it to a friend's house. Michael is home for Christmas and we are all so glad to see him!
Meanwhile, it's perfect weather for spaghetti. Felicia cooks up a some sauce on the stove.
Nothing like a bubbling cauldron of simmering sauce waiting for us while we go outside and shovel the latest few inches of snow from the front walk!
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