It looks like a frozen wasteland looking west off our porch.
It looks a little cheerier to the south.
Despite being a short-legged dog in deep snow, Owen does not shirk his guard duty.
Tales from Skunk Hill
It looks like a frozen wasteland looking west off our porch.
It looks a little cheerier to the south.
Despite being a short-legged dog in deep snow, Owen does not shirk his guard duty.
Oh my, I’m so tired of our cold, but it’s nothing like that.
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