Yesterday Vashon received a primer of snow, and my buddy Jon took advantage of its fine packing ability (and my inability to locate our fencing tools) to build an impromptu snowman. Boz busted through the dog door to inspect the trepasser. Let’s just say his reception was chilly.
The forecast calls for more snow, serious snow, so Boz will definitely be on the lookout for icy interlopers. As for Gracie, she tends to monitor the wood stove for log restocking.