Happy Dogs And Cats

Little Daphne was channeling her inner wolf as she howled in fun:

 Seamus and Fergus were hoping I'd give them some kind of treat:

 Bugsy, Clover and Bramble shared the kitchen corner dog beds and floor pillows:

 Little Jack appreciates the good life he now has. It wasn't always so, as the first part of his life was not so happy:

 There is a lot of fun to be had when there's new snow on the ground. Alas, I keep thinking of all the poop I'm going to have to clean up in the spring:

 When the snow gets too deep, the dogs cluster at the end of their ramp:

 But the preferred spot is the kitchen corner. All five dogs are in this group: Seamus, Clover, Fergus, Daphne and Jack:

 This is the face of Bugsy, the teenage troublemaker. You can see the mischief in his facial expression:

 And Daisy, the luxurious lap-cat:

 Georgette seldom leaves her bed on the kitchen table, and especially not when Bugsy is lurking in the background. She doesn't trust that young whippersnapper:

 Bramble wanted some closeup attention while Jack, Daphne, Clover and Fergus watched from their comfy floor pillows. If you look closely, you can also see the black fur of Bugsy in the corner:

 A group scene of dogs and cats: Clover, Fergus, Daphne, Bramble, Rocky (now deceased) and Jack:

Little Horses, Big Snow

Blue has plenty of thick fur and plenty of fat. He's not at all intimidated by cold and snow:

Are you talking about me?

Remy is even more adventurous than Blue, and is most always the ring leader when there is fun and mischief:

The two of them love to romp in the snow. You can see where they've been by the trails they've left in their wake:

They chase each other, sometimes so fast that their tails stream out behind them, sometimes wrestling as they run, with the horse in front trying to kick the one behind him:

Sometimes they just root for grass beneath the snow:

They're a happy duo, and there are no flies this time of year to pester them:

If there is some wasted hay on the ground, they think it's a treat just for them:

And when they're done playing, they come inside the barn for rest and even more hay:

Remy comes running to the barn when he sees me filling the stock tank with water. He doesn't want the water, he wants to grab the fish net (which I use to clean the bits of hay out of the tank) and run away with it, hoping I'll chase him:

It doesn't take long for them to fill the barn with manure, but they are happy boys right after I clean the barn floor and put down new bedding hay:

Blue is not so shy as he used to be, but he still likes to poke his head out through the door and watch from what he considers a safe hiding place: