Once again.
My poor, poor Ava. If only she had a mother who liked sloshing around in the icy, frigid snow. But she doesn't. So the better part of her day will look like this. Still in her pajamas because they are the most comfy and warm. Trying to keep her away from the fire place. Watching her feed her snacks to the dogs. Listening to Michael Buble. Walking with her around the house. Giving her plenty of kisses.
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