cavorting...

...with a snowman

is the boo

caught - she stared up at me - with those gorgeous golden - eyes of hers and - snap, snap - i caught the moment before - she could meep her - way out of the cute situation

which, of course, i didn’t care - one iota about - boo has the run - of our new house - has laid claim to - every square inch of it - as well as all the new - furniture i’ve had to - purchase since we relocated - after the flooding - it’s as though she’s had - to put her mark on - every single thing to make certain - it’s hers (ours) - and isn’t going anywhere - i just don’t understand how animals - process traumatic events - but i want to ensure - she always has...

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happy day.....