Walk to back door. Look out glass.
Door opens. Stick nose outside. Think.
Think some more.
Go back inside. Look up at Betty and wait for her to do something about winter.
Usually we know what’s on her mind, but today, not so much.
She’s an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in dog breath.
First snow of the year!
There’s always a price to pay for not taking her to the park.
That, or she wants to go shopping.
When two compete for the same relaxing spot, only one can win.
The result should come as no surprise.
We know what Pickles was thankful for – that Thanksgiving is followed by three full days of sleep.
It’s not easy being the hostess with the most-ess.
Yep, she’s standing and napping.
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