Others play on them.
"Say 'what' again. Say 'WHAT' again! I dare you, I double dare you!"
"OK...what."
Fight's on.
Nothing says winter fun like roughhousing in the snow.
"These woods are lovely, dark and deep..."
"But you won't get by me, you creep!"
"Girl, don't make me have to remind you of your place again!"
All in fun...but what's that?
Just a bird. Carry on.
Gee, it sure was nice of someone to go out and tromp down all those trails to play on, wasn't it, dogs.
Dogs?
"Getting chilly out here. Let's head back in for some Cocoa."
Best pals.
Who could ask for a better snow day?
As for me...a book of over a hundred of Jack London's best short stories...just the right book to be snowbound with.
Are those two spoiled, or well cared for?
ReplyDeleteOne of those.
DeleteSounds like Monday might be a "Snow Day" for most of the East coast.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy!
They are seriously spoiled.
ReplyDeleteYour dogs are awesome! Thanks for the stories and pictures!
ReplyDeleteGlad you got them some exercise... Now maybe they'll be quiet for a little while...
ReplyDeleteOne benefit of three feet of snow on the road is that no one comes by for them to bark at.
DeleteYou need to train them to work a snow-blower!
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I would say that Murphy and Miss Belle are well cared for.
ReplyDeleteSuch fun!!
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