You may have noticed that certain hounds here at our house were rather unfairly neglected on Friday and Saturday while a couple of humans who call themselves "Mom" and "Dad" were off attending all sorts of family Christmas get togethers. It turns out that no hounds were invited to these festivities. I can't imagine that they had any sort of fun at these get togethers, and Mom assures me that it was truly a torturous experience. After smelling Dad's gloves Friday night, I'm not entirely sure I believe that, but I'm a generous little hound and I'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.
Sunday, however, they redeemed themselves. We had more snow on Christmas and the world was a wash of white. Blueberry and I got all bundled up in our coats and we went with Morgan, Mom and Dad to the dog park to stretch our legs.
It was glorious! There was a Sibe there, along with a Sibe-Golden cross and a small spaniel. They were more than happy to run in the snow with us. We had the best time. I believe our pictures speak for themselves.
We came home tired, happy dogs and took a long Winter's nap. Now if I can just get them motivated to go see that waterfall!
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