Views From The Space-Ship: Upon the Plains of Frost

At this point, I guess that my Views from the Space-Ship are just pictures of my dog? Lame? As fuck? I know. The dog is a great excuse to do something I’ve always done on my own, and drawn concerned looks from my Better Half: walk around in Weather. A big snow storm? Let me walk down to the convenience store! What do you mean I’m a liability? But now with the mutt, I can just rationalize that she needs to stretch her legs. Survey her Domain.