A fall blizzard trapped us in the house, but help soon arrived. Rhys the St. Bernard warmed our hearts with his cute doggie Halloween getup and stopped crying long enough for me to take this picture. He loves doggies and saying doggie and reading about doggies, and tries to lick Bella, now and again, but being dressed like a dog seemed to fray the vestments of his soul. He seemed fussy.
We had snow drifts as tall as Rhys on the upper deck.
I made Kelly put on his snow boots and go outside in the cold. He made footprints in front of the house while I dug the cars out. No photo.
Beckett seems heavy, finally, and is sleeping for longer stretches at night. He's growing cuter, daily.
He smiles at me and even other family members.
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