It’s been a while since I’ve posted a picture of my pack. Tally, our old lady, is at the upper right, scolding the two pups. Will is rolling around on the ground like a goof. Nola is standing over him.
They dearly love the cold and snow and, once they’re out in it, they want us to share in the fun by braving the frigid temperatures with them.
Ah, frozen dog turds in the snow. One of my less find memories of Chicago.
Here in southern California it was freezing today: a high in the mid-60’s and crystal clear. Brrrr.
Or fond rather than find.
Poopsicles are a fact of winter.