In the morning when I open the patio door for the pooches . . . . . . this is what greets them . . . . . . Daisy pretends to have a snow fort . . . . . . and they take refuge under the patio table, which we moved up next to the house last fall. If they turn left, they can make a path along the shed, under which Stew the Rabbit must be hiding . . . . . . and into their bathroom area. The best I can do for the birds is fling seed onto the snow . . . . . . and I kid you not, Daisy sits here with plans to ambush any birds who might come to feed.

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