245° Morning of the first day of 2014. If you look closely you will see the confetti left by the poppers from the night before. Fuzz-a-Bug has come to greet me and Jasmine is just hoping I am going somewhere that she can go. Fuzz-a-Bug has no problems with Jasmine, but he knows she is a clumsy dog, so he stands ready to give her a quick and painful reminder that he is sitting there. Alexander’s snow shovel waits for the next snow, which may be weeks away.