You know winter is coming to Alaska when you wake up in the morning and this is your back deck.
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Carm prepares for another sleepless night on my bed protecting his Santa from all comers… you know who you are, Snowy!
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Like a basketful warm doggies snuggled together against the cold of a house where mom refuses to raise the thermostat higher than 66.
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Our next generation gets to know each other over Thanksgiving dinner at grandpop and grandmom’s house. It’s the way Thanksgiving should be.
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Buy me a one way ticket to ANYWHERE that has temperatures above 32 degrees. I’ll be your lap dog. I’ll fetch your paper… well, I would except my mouth isn’t big enough to even get around the Anchorage Daily News. But I’ll be very nice and polite and even poop and pee outside so long as I don’t risk freezing my butt to the ground.
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The princess in all her pinkness. Admit it. This is a helluva lot more fun than contemplating what those idiots in Congress are doing at any given moment… or those idiots in the White House… or those unbelievable minds that brought us corporations as people. God save us when viewing a picture of a dog in pink is the relief we all need.
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Here they are in their refurbished winter coats getting ready to go out. Cold has finally arrived in Anchorage. Thanks to Karie for getting all the Velcro fixed. I never did learn how to work a sewing machine.
The second picture reminds me of the US Congress. You figure out why.
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My Aunt Adeline who taught me that no “handicap” should ever hold you back.
My Aunt Ida, my godmother, who taught me how to be the best godmother possible.
My mother, who was one of the strongest women I have ever known which is probably why we fought so hard.
With them showing us (my siblings, my cousins) how to live, we had no choice but to turn out well. We were scared not to.
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