December Seven

As I was baking cookies this afternoon, I happened to look up and catch sight of this little guy out the window.

He stood at the bottom of the tree, looking rather cold for over an hour.

I felt so sad for him. The wind was blowing pretty hard and it was very cold outside. He decided it was time to find a warmer spot once the pups went outside. I checked a couple hours later, after Oscar and Charlie were back inside, and there was the squirrel. He must be real estate shopping.


Meanwhile, after lunch we all sort of felt like this:


It's a rough life up here at the Woolery's.