The yard is enclosed by a 6.5 foot fence – I would say it’s about that tall. Usually. If one was measuring from the ground to the highest point of the fence.
Now it’s a little shorter in places. Places where the snow has drifted in behind it. Does Winchester care? Not much. Does Sage care? A little. Does Annie? You bet!
She’s worked the snowbank into a rock hard perch where she can survey the neighborhood.
“Humm… what are the neighbors doing over there? I see the chiropractor is out with his snow blower again. So nice of him to blow out the driveway.”
She’s become a regular neighborhood watch. Finally a Greyhound Watch Dog.
Sage occasionally joins her. He doesn’t stay long.
Just long enough for me to get a shot of his tongue… Sigh.
I sure hope it starts to melt soon.
















































