Friday, December 30, 2011

My Cute Rotten Egg

It's cold, gray and raw outside - feels like snow.  These are perfect days to rumple a blanket underneath you and curl up near the wood stove as "my boys" have done... well, those rumpled blankets don't exactly look comfortable to me.

Mak, a brown ball in the middle of his pale dog bed, looks like nothing so much as the yolk of a spoiled fried egg.