Sam, Sadie and Sophie enjoy the snow, once they don their sweaters and coats. At first, they resisted but now, they come when I sit down in the mudroom and wait patiently as I deal with sweaters, snaps, zippers and velcro.
Drifts were brutal to plow through; generally, the dogs let me break a trail and then would follow...smart dogs, eh? smile
The sheep love this weather, at least the younger ones love this weather. The older ones just put one foot in front of the other and keep going. Right now, the sheep are in the yard and will go back in the pasture later today. Most of them are so old and have earned their right to die on this farm. Dave and I always had loyalty issues; if something came here, we wanted it to die here. That's one reason he and I were so good together; we knew we always had each other's back...come what may.
The monkeys love this weather as long as they're dressed for it. Me too.
The electricity has been off for half a day and now, mostly on. Bless Dave's memory, he had a house generator put in so we'd always have heat, lights, could cook on the stove top, televisions and computer. He was my provider and protector and still blesses my life.
Fred, my lawyer, now calls me Hurricane Sandy and calls me cold and mean. Fred is one of the few who can get away with such foolishness; he's been a rock since Dave died.
But please, I just want to be called Sandra! smile.
Blessings ~ safety ~ cold weather gear ~ generator ~ Dave ~