This time Ashley and I both found our place in the sun.


It was way too cold to try to get a picture of Ashley in her jacket. But I did want to report that she was a Very Good dog, and did the needful when I took her out in the bitter, bitter cold.
Since I was wearing a silk base layer, a mock-T, and my heavy Dale of Norway sweater under my Alaska pipeline coat, I was warm enough to stay outside for an extra three minutes, and shovel our little sidewalk.
I didn’t bother salting after. And these temperatures, what’d be the point?
Winston Churchill once said, “Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result,” but I think maybe Churchill had never had a dog pull hard on the leash while they were walking across an icy parking lot.
On the Internet EVERYBODY knows Ashley is a dog.

Ashley is just back from a walk, just ate a bowl of food and had that bowl refilled, just drank from her water bowl, and had that bowl refreshed, just went out on the patio and returned, and just got a greenie as a treat.
So, I assume this posture means, “All is right with the world and I want for nothing.”

“How’s my pupper? Are you puptastic? I bet you are! There’s no pupper puptasticker than you! You’re the puptastickest!”
