Dog Days of Winter
There’s a perfectly good argument for heading south in the winter.
I don’t blame anyone for trading the snow shovel and below zero temps for some Florida sunshine.
But it’s hard to beat a good hunkering-down when the snow piles up.
Commitments get canceled. The fridge is stocked and the woodstove crackles hot. Hopefully, the power and pajamas stay on.
You’re not going anywhere, and nobody’s coming by.
A good dog knows how to enjoy it. As usual, ours has the best seat in the house.