The part that Gustavo neglected to show you in the photo essay of Xmas, is the part about how during Christmas I started telling time by coffee, cookies, and wine.
So every day sort of went like this. Coffees - Cookies - Wines - sleep. Repeat the next day. And the next. And the next.
There was some variation. Variation's names were Mocha, Candy and Margarita.
There are no skorts on the upcoming horizons for Team Small Dog. Until after this greatly fun event we are going to call The January of Salads. And after that, The February of Salads. And The March of Salads. All for the April of Skorts. Can't wait.
Also, speaking of skorts and salads, Susan Garrett said for me to tell you she was NOT wearing a skort. In case you were wondering.
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
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