This is the face of a very happy camper! It is finally starting to thaw out around this frozen tundra. I have been in Oregon for nine days, 17 hours and 12 minutes. The clock on the back patio is finally registering above freezing.
The icicles are dripping and getting smaller.
And here is my proof, the thermometer says it is finally above 32°.
So here are the very last of the snow dog pictures. At least for another 40 years.
Crystal, Adam and Maddie checking out the scents on one of the beaten down pathes.
Crystal and Minnie.
Jori, Crystal and Minnie. Ice was falling off of the trees and definitely caught every one’s attention.
Moose listening to the noises in the trees.
Crystal, Jori, Cinderella and Minnie. None of us four girls wanted to venture off of the beaten path, even if it is starting to melt.
Moose and Mickey. Both lightweights. This is as far as they would go in the snow.
Still the bravest of them all.
Flocko wandering out and looking forward to warmth of his cushion inside.
Maddie, another one of those seniors not intimidated at all by the snow.
Minnie and Roxy all nestled in on their cushions.
Flocko, playing with a stuffie after braving the snow in the backyard.
Everyone is looking forward to the mudd that will follow the meltdown. Stay tuned for the muddy paw posts.