Winter Blahs

What a winter. We've all been cooped up inside, so really, what's a dog to write about? I mean, you can churn out only so many philosophical tidbits, and then all you want to do is sit in the yard and feel the breeze.

See me out in the snow? I actually love it, but Joan's afraid I'll freeze. 

We're getting a fence—I mean a taller fence—because Chula has decided she's a cat instead of a dog. The girl can jump anything. No running start, no warning. Boing! She's over the four-foot fence in a flash. She's cost so much at this point she might as well be one of those Westminster dogs.

Chula's getting a little chunky: "Winter Speck"

Anyway, excuse me for not being in touch with the world much any more. It's just such a chore to get around. But, hey, I'm old. I can do whatever I want.

Best wishes to all of you,
Juno