Shot in the arse.
It’s 17° out there — should I let him in?
Relevant. Still cold.
This was a tough shot — first, I had to prop the toy dog up on a little (perfectly sized) piece of wood so it would be taller than the bottom part of the sliding glass door. Then I had to lay on my stomach and contort my neck & shoulders to get the right angle, the one that made the toy look “real.” (That was the hard part, laying on the floor. You’ll know what I’m talking about when you’re older.) But it worked! A lot of people thought this was a real dog. As if!
Bored at work. Windows are open. Wonder what the neighbors think when they hear me yelling “Scully!”