Scribblings

I thought they were getting along

I was so proud of Nayla and Snowy. Now that she’s been here a few months, they run out into the yard together and stay together instead of instantly splitting to different sides of the yard and barking at the menacing wind. Or, at least I thought I was so proud of them. Until I realized they had carved paths through the snow in the yard and had to stay on the paths so they had no choice but to be together. On either side of them were walls of white that climbed over their heads.