Mr Miggs IS the hat!

.... reminds me a bit of Cheech Wizard.

if you have to ask you don't want to know.

Little Mr Miggs with my hat ....

... this was taken some time ago, at Maire and Murty's.

picture by my Republican friend who has seen the light and abandoned the Dark Side pro tem.

And this is what it looks like in Boone...

... with another snow crazed dog. This one starts getting in touch with his wolf ancestors. Have no idea what that is about, except that if you scroll down here to "Dog Howls at Snow" you can see for yourself.

As for the little lummox, he is still delighted with the snow. We went for another long walk out through the fields between here and Moravian Creek. He was interested in everything. Unfortunately with 4 in legs he bottoms out immediately, and then has to bound through the snow as if he were on springs, which he is happy to do. Endlessly. I was wearing big rubber boots and tried to keep up.

Soon we found kids sledding down the big hill behind Wilkes Elementary School. He was interested in them for awhile, then we went home.

That evening little Mr Miggs came down with his family and wanted to play with the lummox. The was a slight difference of opinion on what that could entail, but they worked it out. When Mr Miggs left, however, the little lummox collapsed on the couch and hasn't moved.

a big day for a little dog.

Th e Lummox is a loon....

... when it comes to snow. Yesterday we were out walking in the woods, when we suddenly began to hear sounds like thousands of tiny wind chimes in the branches. It was snow and freezing rain coming down. He loved it. Did not want to quit, did not want to get in the car. The snow was rapidly piling up.

So - on to round two. He wanted a walk in the afternoon and I took him out. Carmen suggested just to let him roam around the yard. We were well on our way to having the predicted 10 inches. Nope - he wanted to run - as fast as possible down the street, then up to the cul-de-sac, bounding through the snow as if he had legs longer than 4 inches (poor little fur sausage thinks he's a husky). I got back wet, exhausted, and feeling great. He got back feeling even better, and wetter. Went on a tear around the family room, full speed. Every now and then I would yell "Boooga booga!) and he would speed up for another tear. That's how he warms up.

I just took a hot shower.