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Wings of Doom
December 12, 2024
A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
Oh Dog! I sure wish I lived where it’s cold. Jen doesn’t like cold and we’ve moved further south to Florida! *gasp*
Much as it’s nice to be all packed up and loaded for a weekend of adventure, it’s good to have a nice, toasty, warm place to come back to.
That is a good amount of wood and your on your way to being nice and toastie. My bruce loves to steal wood when are cutting it and so did my aries. Have a great weekend. Hugs and kisses to the herd.
That’s an awful lot of wood!
Sam
Goodness me that is a neatly stacked load of wood!
OCD much?
You doggies should steal some of that and chew it uo all over the lawn.. just sayin.
Koda
Part of that OCD is that the wood bin is OUTSIDE the dog area. Nikita taught me that when she drug firewood from a stack, piled it up in a corner of the fence, and then climbed over it to go exploring.
– Hu-dad
Clever girl!
And they say dogs can’t think! Whoever did say that surely didn’t have a SiberKid in the family!