It was really too cold outside (2℉) to pose for photographs, so I brought Ashley inside before taking a picture.
Then, after taking her jacket off, I fixed myself a hot cocoa.
But no hot cocoa for the doggo. Poor thing.
It was really too cold outside (2℉) to pose for photographs, so I brought Ashley inside before taking a picture.
Then, after taking her jacket off, I fixed myself a hot cocoa.
But no hot cocoa for the doggo. Poor thing.
First hot cocoa of the season. (And well-deserved. It’s cold outside, and not so terribly warm inside.)
If there’s anything better on a cold day than a warm dog and a cup of hot cocoa, I don’t know what it is. #dogsofmastodon
I made two big ol’ mugs of hot cocoa. Delicious and warming! Now I’ve filled my empty mug with coffee, so that the cocoa dredges will make it ever-so-slightly mocha-y.
I have rewarded myself for all my hard work with a mug of hot cocoa. (I have shoveled the walk, put down salt, taken out a bag of trash, dropped the outgoing mail in the mail slot, and checked for today’s mail (which had not yet arrived).)
If there’s anything better after too much walking back and forth in the cold than a mug of hot cocoa, it’s probably dangerous or illegal.