Hot Dogs ... Not
Yes, indeed, it has been a bit nippy on the mountain of late. Temperatures in the teens with a brisk breeze limit outside activities. And, that goes for the dogs, as well.
Here's Sam snuggled under one of my denim shirts on the couch. The eyes say "You wouldn't make me go outside would you? I'm good at least until after dinner."
As for Murphy, you couldn't move him with a Mack truck. When he makes up his mind to stay, he simply goes as limp as a dish rag. And a 68-pound dish rag is hard to move!
We did get outside this afternoon to cut some firewood. Temperatures in the mid-40's are perfect for that.
I'm burning some of that firewood tonight.
Here's Sam snuggled under one of my denim shirts on the couch. The eyes say "You wouldn't make me go outside would you? I'm good at least until after dinner."
As for Murphy, you couldn't move him with a Mack truck. When he makes up his mind to stay, he simply goes as limp as a dish rag. And a 68-pound dish rag is hard to move!
We did get outside this afternoon to cut some firewood. Temperatures in the mid-40's are perfect for that.
I'm burning some of that firewood tonight.
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