Buster here--on the cusp of the little one's first New Year. Ain't she cute? Christmas kinda left her transfixed!
On Christmas Eve, Bailey and Gracie donned their elfin long-johns and settled in for a long Winter's nap.
Visions of sugarplums--or worse (chipmunks?)!
Despite the rotten state of the global economy, Santa made it south from the rapidly-depleting ice-shelf, and he was generous.
Bailey and Gracie shared lots of girl-talk (a language that I cannot comprehend!) and generally bounced around like lunatics.
The kid certainly knows how to strut her stuff!
She donned the white whiskers of a Subordinate Claus!
The Blizzard commenced...slowly at first...and much mayhem ensued.
I, Buster the Senior Snowbeast, assumed my customary Mastodon Wannabe posture.