Cleo is a chihuahua – as anyone who has looked at pictures of her on Chatty’s blog will have readily ascertained.
Cleo would like to take this opportunity to point out that her family originated in beautiful, sunny, warm Mexico, and therefore…WTF?
“Mommy? I’m freezing, and I can’t find my feet!”
Luckily, help was at hand.
“Daddy! You saved me! I LOVE you, Daddy!”
For three days and three nights, whenever Daddy or Mommy offered Cleo the opportunity to go outside to relieve herself, Cleo’s response was:
“No thanks, I’ll just hold it until I get home. Ummmm…we ARE going home soon, right???”
While Cleo was pulling on her puckering string, Chatty was basking in the cold weather and glimpses of SNOW on the ground!
Once at their cabin (Chatty uses the term loosely, because most cabins don’t have 3 bedrooms), our friends put us in the “Christmas Room”. Candy canes, reindeer, a Christmas tree, decadently puffy down comforters and pillows replete with red and green motifs – and a clock that played a different Christmas carol to announce the start of each new hour. Such a lovely room!
Now, although Chatty has voiced opinions about Christmas lasting too long sometimes, she was absolutely enchanted at having an opportunity to experience the true ambience of the season all over again – especially with actual SNOW outside her window!
Then, to make things almost impossibly perfect, when Chatty arose this morning, THIS is what she saw:
And, because there was slight precipitation, the result was not just snow on the ground – but also snow FALLING!
Chatty has not seen snow falling in years!
Chatty took 211 pictures.
Then – because all idylls must come to an end – Chatty, The Wiz, and Cleo drove down the mountain this afternoon, and upon arrival at home we saw:
What a change.
4 hours – 40 degrees!
Chatty feels like watching “White Christmas” and dreaming about the past three days.
Miss Cleo, however, is relieved to be home and warm at last. In fact, she relieved herself for 15 minutes…