Thirty six degrees and soft snow underpaw. We discovered a new den along the trail today.
“Who do you think lives in there Nemo?”
“I have no idea, it wasn’t there yesterday. Somebody must have dug out of hibernation.”
“How big a somebody?”
On our way home from walking today we encountered Mr Opossum. Huck tracked him under VOG’s car where Mr O. immediately fainted, but we were good dogs and came in with Momma Dog and left him alone.