I think this is the first time I ever held a dog on my lap.
It's Mr. Pepper at The Kimber Modern, the hotel where we stayed when we were in Austin, Texas the week before Christmas. I thought I'd accidentally deleted these photos, but I see I had them in my laptop, which I hadn't used since the trip.
It's nice to see these pics, especially as we endure the super-cold winter days. I'm using the laptop this morning because the furnace malfunctioned. The boiler is fine, so the rooms with the radiators are unusually warm, but the desktop, my preferred work spot, is in one of the furnace-heated rooms, and even with a space heater under the desk and overflow heat from the adjacent rooms with radiators, it's still only 55° at nose level. That wouldn't be so bad, but at foot level, it's much colder. The repairman is scheduled to arrive now, if not sooner, and the problem is luckily limited to part of the house.
But it's nice to look back on the warm days in Texas, and this sturdy little dog, who, Meade says, has my hairstyle. I didn't really get Yorkshire terriers before. I thought they were cute, lovable lapdogs, but this was an athletic, self-contained individual, not nervous or needy, but solid and affectionate: