No, I am not going out there.

So yesterday I woke to find it snowing hard enough that I couldn’t see clear across the cemetery.

First thing I do each day is take the dogs out.

I start with Lucy, who on this day, stood at the door looking out at that nasty white stuff coming down and gave me a real bad stink eye.

“I can hold it.”

“No, you can’t. Out.” I pushed her out to go do her business.

If ever a dog could rush a pee, Lucy can.

“Food now?”

“Not yet.”

Next Gavin’s out. He bounded to the door. He bounded out the door, peed four times in four places, and bounded back in.

“Where’s food?”

“Coming right up.”

salt and ice

 

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About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

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