Oh, Him Again?

So dad's got another upcoming stint taking care of the boss's mutts. Check it out- this guy's about as tall as dad on his hinds (the mutt, not dad. Dad's normally on his hinds anyway. Usually).

Here, they're looking at a handful of whitetails that went bobbing off through the woods as dad walked him along the driveway. 

Okay, enough. You KNOW I do not like sharing space here, Pops. I'm done.

Ahh, Winter in the Northeast...

What? More snow? Good gosh, if we get any more snow the roof will collapse, won't it?

Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration, old girl?

My Go-To Safe Space

Whatever. Says you, dad. I'm not taking any chances. You'll find me right here in my safe spot until it's over. I mean it. Now bring me my food and water. And my string. Chop chop. 

A tad dramatic, don't you think? I mean, there's, like, a crusty dusting of white up there. 

Yeah, kinda like your hair. Better safe than sorry, old man. Better safe than sorry.

Taking a Break

See you soon!