I was still afraid the dogs would get stuck in a snow drift,
and Chrissi-One-Eye persistently knocked down the shovel,
so I brought out the baby gate.
Sorry, Daisy . . . no squirrel hunting for you!
(Within a day or two, she managed to pull herself up the
wall of snow and go hunting anyway. Those front legs
of hers are so strong!)
RosieVi the Shy didn't caire;
she'd rather sleep in anyway.
On the EDGE of the dog bed.