We had less snow than the weather reporter said we’d get.  I woke to the sound of shoveling and then Gavin barking at AJ who had just finished clearing our driveway.  He wanted her to pay attention to him.  It’s nice not to have to worry about clearing the MIL’s walks and ours.

     The pups don’t mind snow if it isn’t deep and they don’t have to be outside long.  The sissies.  They do tend to raise hell after they’ve been outside, chasing each other around the house.  Watching them is like watching the balls bounce around in the lottery drawings.  With one exception, the lottery balls don’t move the furniture and bounce off cupboard doors. 

     During their wrestling matches and mad dashes, I pray the furniture survives.  We can’t help but giggle at them when Patty gets the upper hand, grabs Gavin’s collar, and drags him around.  It’s a hoot.

     Twice today, DH had to remove Gavin’s collar and readjust it to the right size.  Patty can sure be a pistol when she wants to be one.