Monday, November 21, 2011
Frosty Dog
When the frost grows from the ground, oh-ho-ho-ho, the doggy plays in the icy sand, oh-ho-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum. Or something.
She likes snow, but she makes do ... just like all of us waiting for the snowe :)
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