Just whose puppy ball is this?
Yay! Yesterday's all day trip to town to stock up on supplies while Beagle Bert was left out loose on the farm was (thankfully!) a rousing success, although Bert did let us know that it was way past his bedtime by the time we finally got home (he likes to retire early). Everything and everyone survived, and now we're all hunkering down around the woodstove as the wind howls, the sleet/ice/snow pile up outside, and the temperature drops to a predicted (and totally insane to this California girl brain) -20 degrees with the windchill. Everything is already encased in ice, which always looks so beautiful, and there are about seven layers of vintage quilts and blankets awaiting us on the bed. Goodnight!
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