snow, the night of the 15th

The light is so cool when it snows.....

It's not like day, but it's not like night.............







As far as we know, Wilbur was stray the first whole year of his life.

After he first came home, when we let him out in the yard he just assumed that he would be staying out there, so he'd curl up under a bush. It took a while before he knew that we would let him in whenever he wanted.

While there are times when he may miss the open road (whenever someone walks by the house -- he really wants to go out and greet everyone!), on nights like this we are sure that he would not want to be an under-a-bush dog.

He loves his comforts, and a bed dog is what he'd rather be.

Study in Orange, or, Wilbur, the night of the 15th, when the weather outside was frightful for a bush dog.