Friday Morning

Everythings's pristine and white on Inman Road this morning. It snowed again in the night, and the results of my plowing efforts ofyesterday afternoon were short lived. Mike will be "minding the farm" this weekend while I'm away.

Buck waiting for breakfast.

Rupert at lunchtime yesterday. He's not happy that all his little snow paths have been obliterated. Mike is going to shovel him some new paths tomorrow.

Molly in the hayshed. She negotiated snow past her head to follow the dogs and I out to feed this morning.