Who Needs Spring?

Who needs spring?  Sage loves this weather.  If I'd let her, she would have stayed outside all night on Friday, playing in the snow!

Saturday evening's walk was cold, but she didn't care.  Ya-who!!!  

Murphy found a warm spot by the heat register, although I jostled with her for prime position.

The tulips under the cherry tree in back looked like the ladies in New York City walking down Fifth Avenue, collars turned up, heads tucked, leaning forward, trying to brace themselves against the cold.  But then, yesterday it was in the seventies in New York.  32 when I walked the dogs Saturday afternoon.  

Ah, but Sage is happy.  Isn't that what matters?

Murphy's day.