Wag that tail!
At 5 a.m. Boza heard me grumble and he stood by the bed wagging his tail (I could hear the swish swish of a happy doggy tail.) It was pitch dark, the snow was falling, the sky was cloudy and the world was silent. I got dressed while the coffee water boiled and I looked out the window, a window into Russia…
The weather turned nasty and Vova ran to his girlfriend in the Big Village. The guy who was staying at the green home near us, left in a flurry (I guess he had enough,) I could not find anyone else in the village except the lady in the white house. She stays all winter, thus I was basically alone. Well, Boza and I were alone, for he and I were happy as two pigs in a mud waller. We left new fresh prints in the snow everywhere we went. How cool is that? Very…
So, I sipped a cup of coffee, with a moaning doggy at the door. You know that moan like he is dying, but no one is touching him. I grumbled at him and he shut up for long enough to finish my coffee and with a bouncing dog on my tail, out the door we went…
It was only -2, but windy and we walked fore an hour or so. We rechecked the village for humans and did not even find a “kitty-Kat” to chase, everything was asleep and smarter than us two… 😉
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I am now sipping a cup of hot tea, just perfect for after a long cold walk; I have to get ready for Sveta tonight and then we will leave Tuesday morning, back to Moscow. I know that there is most likely a few things to do around the home there and then Sveta and I are going to take a warm weather vacation. It is time for my Sweety Pie to swim in the ocean. Boza gets to stay with his grandma and she treats Boza like royalty…
Therefore tonight, I will have both my buddies with me and that my friend is a perfect night…
Post by Kyle Keeton
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