We took matters into our own paws this morning and when Momma Dog took us out to burn the trash with her, we took off through the barn and back to the forrest. Huck said he could smell deer back there so we decided to check it out. Spring is not really in the air, but we can tell it is coming. It’s about 15 degrees out, and if it gets above freezing tomorrow, there will be no stopping us. Soon we will be helping Momma Dog plant flowers by digging in the garden, and we will be going back to the field. Huck finally ate his cache sometime in the night so at least I didn’t have to put up with pitbull breath today.
Momma Dog has a poem deadline (2/28), and a quilt class on Saturday, so we will have to amuse ourselves for awhile. Come on Huck, let’s go watch “Have Gun, Will Travel”. P.S. Those fair weather cats are walking with us again. Affectionately, Nemo