From the recent snowmageddon.
Sunday after all the ice and snow, we ventured out in to the arctic temps for a short walk. They loved it. Me? Notsomuch. The 18 degree breeze was tough on the face. But we got back, had a treat, then they each went to their spots to watch the goings on in the front yard, of which there was none.
Inspected By Pat 
I well recall days in the teens. Also well recall walking the three Boxers in the single digits and watching as all of them tried to pick up all their feet at once off the cold snowy ground.
Big guy Tucker used to ATTACK the snow shovel.
The girl dogs? Thought he was nuts. They probably were not too far off the mark.
After the outdoor activities everyone would run in and get hair singeing close to the woodstove.
Mmmmm. Wet doggos… and singed hair.
Keep warm. I’ll be in TX next week. I hear tell it will be in the mid to upper 60’s during the day in the Houston area. I’m counting on it.
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