Friday, December 19, 2008
I'm behind my Phracey, but still in front of the pack.
It is still cold in the 509. An earnest (hah) attempt was made today to get me home by Papa J, but TH mom and Mama S. made him stay home. The moms have promised me a trip home on Boxing day. Secretly, I think they want to make snow bassets up at the pass and avoid Boxing day sales. They remain nuts.
However, for your viewing pleasure, Papa J. has put up a page of naked basset pictures in the snow.
Pretend we're Swedish or Finnish or something.
Winter Romp 2008
Ernest who was last seen curled up with a big cup of almond moo eyeing Mama S's warm patch on the couch.