It looked so inviting outside, I pried myself away from the Olympics, grabbed the camera and took the dogs for a walk around. They don't need me out with them as everything is fenced, but I know they enjoy it a lot more when I go with them.
I took candid pictures of all the dogs during our walk, but probably because of the lighting (dull and grey), only Mason's pictures looked decent. Maybe this is the right light for a very black dog? In any case, I think the old man looks pretty good for 11 years old, a little greyer around the muzzle, but that's about it.
Mason at 11.
Back of the house from the tree grove.
House from the big yard, it's really starting to snow.
The gang returning to home base. Tiffany in the foreground, Sizzle telling Tiffany what she thinks of her, Holly sitting in the snow, Mason coming down the steps.
It snowed all night and has been snowing all morning....okay, that's enough!
A full size black squirrel looking for breakfast under the feeders in the ever-deepening snow.
Time to hunker in my bunker!