As I sit here typing this post I'm watching snowflakes falling outside my window. Winter is not giving up its stranglehold on the weather yet it seems. Although Willow, naturally equipped with a fur coat, doesn't mind the snow, I can't pretend to be enthusiastic about it. I suppose if she grumbles enough about it, I'll take her for a walk but she'll have to really complain to get me out and about in this. We have plenty of indoor games to play. At this rate, I won't get the snow tires off of the car until June. Oh, on a completely unrelated matter. I wrote in another post about how Willow ducked under my wife's hands to leap on the bed and cuddle with me one morning and how that was different for my wife. Well, lest I get too big for my britches, today was my turn to get up first and take Willow out. She nimbly ducked under my hands when I opened her crate and she leaped up on the bed and snuggled in with my wife turning over on her back. Both my wife and I had a great laugh over it. It isn't me, it isn't my wife, it's the bed that's her goal.