:: or Snow 3, Libby 0
"Also, I can kill you with my brain." River Tam (1)
Libby Lu has a trademarked look. THE LOOK that lets you know you have erred. THE LOOK that lets you know immediately her estimation of your feeble intelligence. THE LOOK all miniature dachshunds master under the ear pulling, not so gentle tuition of their loving moms. After all, they could end up in the snowbound nether regions of the continent. No, wait that was Libby instructing her pups!
THE LOOK photographers get when they take all kinds of pictures while said dachshund solidifies into a block of ice. THE LOOK when certain photographers have her stand in the draughty entrance way instead of popping her into a nice warm, snow melting bath... for the third time in one day!
Really, it is too much for a pedigreed Princess to endure.
Glare ... if looks could ...
Come to think about it, though, I have been practising truly remarkable restraint not writing every day about the lack of "Spring". Okay, restraint for me is moaning about it every third day. But it is restraint, honest! Restraint and refusing to add a Looney to this northerner's, "You’re whinging about Spring again!" jar. But when Libby Lu arrived back inside this afternoon, the need to post overcame all efforts not to write a post every time it snows (again...) after the official marking of "Spring".
this is Zuzia,
~ covering the tale for Liberty Bella Gonloco,
who is determined to find a way to return to the warmth of Alabama.
1. Firefly: "Trash" (#1.13) 2003
Stay Calm, Be Brave, Have a Hot Bath! With love,
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