A Cold Morning

It always seems that on those bitterly cold mornings like it was this morning, Molly wants to stop and smell every leaf and blade of grass in my apartment complex. I am sorry Molly, but I do not have one of those thick fur coats on that you have and the only thing I can smell is the dump that you just took. Those also seem to be especially fragrant when it is really cold and you always seem to manage to get down wind of me so I can get a really good whiff. If I didn't know any better I would have to believe you do that on purpose. Not to worry, I am having tacos for dinner and revenge will be mine! Molly will suffer the wrath of my homemade game day tacos.