Because Cliff had to leave for work at 9 this morning, we couldn't take our walk together. So, I figured I'd get the dogs and walk in the woods. Trouble is, Mandy was nowhere to be found. Since Buddy was stretched out in front of the barn ready to go, I had a little company... very little. Buddy is a hunter, and once we hit the woods, he was treeing squirrels or chasing birds; about all I had of him was his stacatto "Bark, bark... bark, bark" that lets me know he has something cornered or treed. I'd have taken some pictures of him in action, but he was on the move so much he was never close to me.
Our snow is melted on the level and the hilltops, but down in the woods and hollers where the sun never shines, as you can see, the ground is pretty white.
I returned to find Mandy lying right inside the barn door, soaking up the sunshine. Buddy showed up about ten minutes behind me and had a quick snack in Mandy's pen.
They really love those new treats, but I won't be buying them often. I think it's too much to pay for fourteen treats, one of which they can polish off in about twenty minutes.