Dunno whether the self-storage place next door plows their own parking lot or hires it done, but either way I bet they’re not thrilled.

Dunno whether the self-storage place next door plows their own parking lot or hires it done, but either way I bet they’re not thrilled.
Doing my morning exercises. Ashley is the best of all possible workout companions.
For a couple of years now I’ve included in my warm-up mobilizing the joints in my foot by standing on and rolling this hard rubber ball. It’s really helped reduce running injuries.
But Ashley will use whatever means necessary to get the ball. So for two months I’ve scarcely done it.
The pandemic is bad, but one bonus of avoiding public places is that I hear almost no Christmas music—which means that I’m not already tired of it before I’m ready to listen to some.
Now listening to Vince Guaraldi’s Peanuts Christmas album.
A couple of weeks ago, Jackie found this great duck-shaped dog tug-of-war toy. Made of ballistic nylon, it withstood Ashley ministrations for a full week before ending up eviscerated and decapitated:
So, we bought another one. Sadly, Ashley seems to have learned from experience, and she has already eviscerated this one in just two days:
A moment before this picture was taken I had a little joke in mind: Ashley had picked up a big piece of bark, and I was going to say she was barking.
You can see a tiny piece of bark in her mouth yet. About right for my tiny joke.