This makes me smile, even when I’ve just had to tog up over my jammies and go out in the snowfall warning, blowing snow warning, wind chill warning, and minus Celsius to stomp down a place in the snow yard for Gracie Golden Pup to squat and then hunch. Boy, that was special.

Let me tell you. There are not enough layers.

Dear Santa — I hope it’s not too late to change my list. Again. Forget the bread knife, which I could surely use, and the WALL-E DVD. Bring long johns; as many as your reindeer can carry. Mrs. Claus will know what I want. kkkkthxbbbai

Life is not always pretty, especially for a dog mama.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Really. It’s Monday. The wee smalls of Monday, but Monday.

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Elen