The joys of fresh straw

I love these dogs.  Pat Schue sponsored us a winters worth of straw (thank you so very much Pat).  To celebrate I put fresh straw in all the houses.  Rosemary quickly pulled all her straw out onto the snow and then climbed into the house.  Thyme had a dozen golf-ball to baseball sized rocks in her house, neatly arranged along the walls.  My boots became untied and after I retied them I could only find one glove.  Rosemary had very quietly taken the other one and placed it in the far corner of her house to sleep with.  But Pilfer took the cake.  Yes there is a dog behind that straw wall!
Keep 'em Northbound

Eric