What I hate to think about in that frozen Northeastern corridor are all the lost dogs out on the run, those who door-darted or broke out of the back yard the past few days and are still on the loose, not to mention those "outside" dogs who never, ever get to come in the house, huddled in whatever shelter they have tonight and wondering if they will ever get warm again. Just breaks my heart to think of them all.
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |