light jacket needed, no snow, no wet. Perfect. And Yukon, the Berner, thought so, too. He was such a nut, racing up and down in the run, chasing back and forth along the fence terrorizing the old Golden, Abby. The shepherds took their turns in the top pasture, fetching and playing and racing around. Wet and cold expected for the next few days so we play on the good days. Hot tub and a glass of white wine to end the evening.
Who could want for more?
Just like I said, cold and wet. What started as rain has turned to sleet and now snow. Yecht!
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