Winter has finally found us. We have been feeling a little seasonal affective disorder and have Not been up for typing up our adventures as they have been brief so we don’t get frozen piggys. This is belly rub season.
Uncle Dave reminded us that we were total puppies when we hit the soccer field at Dunlevy when the fresh 6 inches of snow fell.
We did sniff around at the Mounds.
And had anawesome sunset stroll on the Smithton trail and the crew at the construction company hooked us up with lots of pets and rubs.
Who knew Pennsylvania was so prehistoric. Or is it hysteric? Not quite sure how English translates to barks.