For the second time tonight, the doge seems utterly flummoxed by the snow covering her favorite pee spots. She runs back and forth between the three spots, one tree, then the next, then a third, and back to the first, nosing around but absolutely refusing to pee so we can go back inside.
At each spot, she noses the ground frantically, as if she's looking for other dogs' pee, and finds nothing, and therefore she doesn't want to waste her contribution. If dogs communicate via pee, then it's almost like she's got an absolutely fire tweet to post, but the only site available is Myspace.
One year ago today: Letting Go
Two years ago today: Emotional Head-up Display
Three years ago today: Gotta Start Shopping a Little Earlier
Six years ago today: 12/17/10 Did you forget?
Nine years ago today: 12-17-07 - "Squaaaare eyes. Turn the oth-eh way. I don' wanna see. Ya criy-y-y."