Little Dogs in Sweaters

I will attempt to break the non-blogging cycle. Y'all know I'm talkin' to y'all (Griz, Mocha, .8). Recently we have been experiencing quite a cold snap here. I find myself secretly hoping my student will "threaten" (read:choke) another student so I can visit the time out room, or "quiet room" as I've heard it referred to on occasion, which is interesting because it is anything but quiet most days, in lieu of an outside recess. Anyway, I digress...how odd.....NOT! I see, almost daily, one of my neighbors walking her dogs. I admire her so much for her devotion to them and because when ever the mercury dips below a certain point they (mom and dogs) all all wearing sweaters. Awwww, isn't that a cute part? I believe the three little dogs to be of Rat Terrier persuasion. There are three of them and mom parading down the street. (interesting sidebar here: Mom used to be a waitress at The Court Street Dairy Lunch, a place frequented by me and y'all. Again y'all know to whom I am referring.) They (the dogs, not mom) walk so fast. Mom is just strolling but her little ones are furiously swinging their Popsicle-stick legs back and forth like the snare drummer cadet from a military school. Every day I see them I have to hold myself back from stopping the car, pulling over, getting out and squeezing them all with all my might. Then I would have to say to Mom: "I didn't mean to. I was just lovin' on your puppies. I'm sorry they just stopped breathing." I haven't blogged for so long that, although I am a speedy typist, I can't even begin to keep up with my stifled, blogging, inner child. But, that's it...a lotta words and not much meat. Unlike me, a lotta words and a big fat ass.