It's November. I almost want to pinch myself. When did this happen? I'm cracking out the pine cone dishes. And the Bing Crosby music. And the cookies.
I gave Mabel a small piece of cookie while Matt watched. No chocolate. She was perhaps the most thankful dog in the whole wide world, even though I ended up yelling at her to be still so I could take the picture. She totally doesn't get the importance of blog pictures.