Buddy

This is my parents' personable mutt, Buddy. Before the gods of winter transformed his world into a Carvel cake and then decided they weren't hungry for dessert, he was able to keep up with the weather and had worn himself a nice little looping path in the snow. Now the poor guy is as hemmed in by hills of snow like the rest of us. He's taking it well from the comfort of his cushion or (his) couch in the fire-warmed family room of my parents' hospitable home. Buddy knows how to do winter, that's for certain.

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