Settling In For The Evening

The dogs and I had just made the long drive up to the farm and were getting settled in to our little apartment in the farm house. We hadn't been there in 7 weeks, but all was well. I cranked up the heat and turned the water supply on. The dogs made themselves comfy:

Clover must have felt chilly, because she settled down in front of where the hot air blows out and didn't want to move:

You may notice the wet spot, recently mopped, over to the right of the photo. I found several places where the dogs peed on the floor. I didn't know why and I didn't know who, so I just cleaned them up:

I left the dogs in the apartment and drove east to the small town of Malone, New York. I'd heard tales of The Market Barn, a collection of independent sellers (antique and other) with their own booths set up inside a converted barn. The drive was difficult because of the high winds and blowing snow. In fact, I passed a bad accident caused by the difficult conditions. The Market Barn was everything I'd been told it was, but I just wanted to get home. So after a quick perusal, I drove back to the farm:

As soon as I arrived, I let the dogs outside. The sun was beginning to set and the temperatures were dropping. The dogs were happy to see me, I had food in the refrigerator and I was tired. It was time to settle in for the night: