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Poor doggy, poor Emily. But you will have such a lovely new floor for the winter, yes? :) I heard the indians thought what happens to you in the afterlife is determined by how you treat the animals. Probably not wild murderous indians. Not the indians who to paraphrase Jefferson known method of warfare is indiscriminate slaughter of men women and children.
:) Take a walk and finish the next section of floor afterward—for Ben's sake and yours!!! :-) Your second picture is quite clever. I thought the phrase was "going at a snail's pace." Going at a slug's pace works just as well. Unfortunately, I found the poor guy shriveled up in a crevice the next day, having run out of options and unable to backtrack. I don't know how his demise contributes to the outcome of my afterlife, though, nor whether his death is in any way symbolic or prophetic to my own. Having thought about it, I would like to disclaim any connections and further disassociate any future conclusions one might draw from this incident. Thank you. Y'all are depressed because it's not 40 below. What a great post. Loved the pics too. Nah, we're not depressed at all. It's life as usual here in Alaska: forecast is rain, rain, rain, snow, and Sarah for veep.

Heheh.