Christmas with Dashie"DADDY!" I awoke to hear Dashie's startled shout. I bolted out of my bed to her room to see what was wrong, and I found her standing on her dresser, hooves against the window, staring in awe and the magnificent snowscape forming outside as the white flakes blanketed the the ground. Dashie turned to me, her eyes wide with confusion. "What's going on?" She asked."That's called snow, Dashie." She looked at me, just as confused as before. "It's like... Flaky frozen water. It falls sometimes here." Dashie continued to stare at me with the same confusion and awe. "... Here, I'll show you." I grabbed my jacket and held it out to Dashie and she obediently let me scoop her up. I wrapped her in my jacket and took her outside.As I stepped outside, her head darted Every which way in curiosity. A single flake of snow fell on her nose and she jumped, then shook her head furiously. I let out a quiet chuckle. Then, much to my surprise, she wiggled her way out of my arms and jumped to the ground. She
My Little Dashie: Sick DayI woke up one Monday morning, hopped in the shower and got dressed for work. I wasn't exactly looking forward to getting up so early, after all, Dashie and I stayed up pretty late last night playing Checkers. We were still celebrating over her Cutie Mark, I know it's a bit obsessive, but I'm just so proud of her for getting it. Much to my surprise, she's quite the skilled Checkers player. She beat me every single game we played. Although I was sort of holding back, simply because I loved seeing her so happy
especially when the reward was a big hug.I peeked in on Dashie to make sure she knew that I was heading off to work. Upon opening her door, I noticed she was still in bed. This wasn't that unusual; she does usually get up about the same time I do, but she has been known to sleep in once in a while
especially when she stays up real late."Get up Dashie" I called to her, trying not to startle her too much.