Cold

A short one for your Friday.

I bought a soda for Big Dawg. He was in one of those wobbly gleeful caffeine-deprived deliriums, so I thought I'd try to help out. Besides, if he were to actually fall over and go to sleep, I'd have no other option but to grab a pillow and blanket for him. This seemed more cost-effective.

When I presented his soda to him, he cuddled the bottle like it was a teddy bear. "Oooohhh... it's COLD!"

I couldn't resist. "It should be... I carried it over here in the void where my soul used to be."

Big Dawg laughed so hard that he curled up a bit and closed his eyes. His entire body shook. There may have been some drool.

I guess the soda came just in time.