More Winter

They say more snow is coming. We just dig out of one snowy mess and another appears. I know - it's January. I hear people complain about November, calling it the cruelest month. No way. January is. It's the longest, bleakest, least appealing month, particularly after the excitement of the holiday season.

Libby, my dog, does love snow, even if she has to wear a sweater when it is cold. She roots around with her nose, her face covered in the white stuff. She doesn't even mind that it's January.

A girl, a boy, and a dog

I was looking through pictures on my hard drive today and found this one. I am guessing it was around 1960-1961. That's me, my brother, Andy, and our dog Trinket. Trinket was a great dog who lovingly welcomed each child into the family. Oh, and Andy turned out to be a pretty good brother, too. :-)