Cookie has seen enough seasons come and go that she knows exactly what that white stuff is and what it means. Wet paws. Cold. Usually when we go out the door in the morning she heads right down the steps after a cursory inspection of the deck. But this morning if I hadn’t gone out to fill the feeder she would have been happy to stay put!
But she followed me through what had become slush in the short time since we’d gotten up and picked her way through the leaves and twigs under the tree behind me.
She collected a few snowflakes, though these were melting already as we went in the door. After this she decided to warm herself on my lap using Mimi and Kelly as pillows.
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