My original intent was to post this photo with a rip off of that Footprints poem, but I thought that might be a bit of sacrilege. Okay, okay, I just have too many other things to do and don’t want to take the time right now to rip it off.
Anyway, not to worry. The dogs are still alive and the pond is actually frozen pretty solid right now (I hope). I still think they are the most stupid animals on earth to be walking across it, and, consequently, they are spending more time than they’d like enjoying the interior of our garage. I’d have McH run invisible fence line around the perimeter of the pond but, A. The ground is rather frozen solid; and B. I don’t want to hear Jake barking at he pond 24 hours a day for the rest of the winter.
I swear all these animals are going to be the death of me.
That will make an interesting picture.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.