when min pins smile

She doesn't smile at bunny ears.

Or t-r-e-a-t-s.

Or piles of warm laundry.

Or Pug-O-Ween parades (we sneak in as pugs.)

Or Christmas!

So when I catch her in a rare smile, I race to grab a phone or camera.

It can be a little tricky - when she is in full-on panic mode, she looks happy. Exhibit A.

And Exhibit B.

Here is what makes her smile...for real:

The weed whacker.

Sun.

And electric blankets cranked to "H."

That's all.