We did it! At last a real Dog Walk! We went through the barn, back to the line fence, plowed our way up the hill, across the top, and down the front. The snow crust is hard enough to hold all three of us, at least most of the time. It’s only 12 degrees outside, too cold for scent, but we could follow rabbit tracks. They have been busy eating the bark off the small Ash trees.
We got up at 6:45 this morning and watched the sunrise with Momma Dog from the front window. “Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse” was as true for us as it was in Clement Moore’s (1779-18630) poem, “Twas the Night Before Christmas”. Well I hear a chewbone calling me. Cheers Mates! Huck