...and it began cold, with clear skies and a temperature of -18C. In the morning it was overcast and -8C, with frost on the treas, beautiful.

The Real Dog hates New Year. Loud bangs becoming more and more frequent, until it's midnight and pure hell. And that's with us living in the countryside, His Poodleness, on the other paw, doesn't care. I went ( Read more... )

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Husband bought His Poodleness a twee little Santa dress. This is HP's opinion:


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Just hibernating


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And the dogs rejoiced.

The Real Dog played with snowballs:


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Real dogs grow their own coats!


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