10.28.2020

October 28, 2020

White Dog shivered and shook when she came in. Bella stepped high as she marched through the chill white stuff. Almost every pup was glad when Steve shared the news of a gradual warming that would all day melt the accumulation and by we would be returned to sunny skies and normal temperatures in the sixties.

A few, however, felt obligated to take advantage of the tundra until it became more cold slush than snow. Then, they came inside and pouted.

 "Don't worry, Sweet Girls," I promised. "Winter is only just beginning you will have more opportunities to release your inner arctic-ness."