|First Measurement this Morning|
|Talice in the Goat Shed|
|Goat Shed with Straw Bedding|
Once I'd opened the gate, she bounded out of the shed, frolicking as only dogs can do, in the deepening white stuff.
|Gate to Goat Yard|
|Talice, Bounding Out to Greet Me|
|Talice, Catching a Smell of the Food Approaching|
I filled her bowl, placing it back in the dog house, protecting it from the falling snow, and she was right in on that food! The empty bucket was of no interest to that dog!
|Talice, Chowing Down|
|Empty Bucket in Snow|
|Old Farmhouse in Snow|
|Outbuildings in Snow|
|Providing Winter Warmth|
Talice appears thrilled with her accommodations. She returned to the straw-filled goat shed when she'd finished eating. The others, Killian, Benson and Miah, all just looked at me when I walked back into the garage. They are keeping warm in the 60+ degrees the wood stove maintains for the garage, and they refuse to venture out into that cold, white powdery stuff! What little wimps I have for pets! They could learn a thing or two from my "granddog" Talice!
|Talice, Loves the Snow!|