Dorothy had a dog. A dog wearing a red bandanna around his neck on a leash. The dog was doing that curious dog thing, where they appear to human beings to be smiling, with their mouths open and their little doggy eyebrows lifted in apparent joy. His jaunty walk added to this appearance-- apparently, the dog likes snow just fine without any added protection on top of his own fluffy coat.
Dorothy was not quite so comfortable, but that's why the good lord made sheep: so people could make warm clothes out of them. She was suitably bundled in an emerald green colored peacoat, a grey knit hat perched on top of her head, and a matching scarf wrapped around her throat. Her smile was not nearly as wide as her dog's, but it was there nonetheless, especially as she stopped to bump shoulders with the Doctor.
"Cold as heck out here! Don't tell me you don't feel it." The dog sits obediently between the two, wagging his fluffy tail through the snow.
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Date: 2009-12-19 07:14 am (UTC)Dorothy was not quite so comfortable, but that's why the good lord made sheep: so people could make warm clothes out of them. She was suitably bundled in an emerald green colored peacoat, a grey knit hat perched on top of her head, and a matching scarf wrapped around her throat. Her smile was not nearly as wide as her dog's, but it was there nonetheless, especially as she stopped to bump shoulders with the Doctor.
"Cold as heck out here! Don't tell me you don't feel it." The dog sits obediently between the two, wagging his fluffy tail through the snow.