We woke up to an unexpected landscape of white this morning, our neighbor’s retriever a splash of color against a monochromatic background. Three inches of heavy snow clung to branches and eaves and everything felt wet and portentous.
As I was leaving for work, our neighborhood visitor appeared, silent as ever.
His visits are feeling a little less welcome though:
With Ollie curled up inside, the ghost dog just pees all over our yard and house and teases Ollie from the front stoop.
And Ollie, six hours later, will just return the liquid greeting with his own. We’re doomed.