White Dog,
The Other White Dog, Another White Dog and Still Another White Dog were READY for some serious outdoor time after a week of subarctic temperature and nasty wind. It was still windy and foreboding but we were in the 40's heat wise and the crunchy wind hardened snow had melted into delicious slushy muddiness.
Quinn, Nuka and Puff played tie dad to the tree as the each chose a different path around the obstacle.
SAWD scampered like a puppy in the mud and snow, pulling the Army forward and looking behind to admire the beautiful tracks being left behind.
Chilled and wind ruffled, The White Dog Army returned home starving and ready for a nap. There IS no place like home!