Looking out my den window, I can see a windy, sunny day with a cloud pocked sky. It is lovely day if you stay inside the house. It is cold, only 38˚, and the wind makes it feel even colder. We had rain last night so everything is still wet.

I did a couple of errands yesterday and took Nala with me. She likes the car. I wish Henry did.

My bedtime is late or early depending on your viewpoint. Last night, or this morning, it was three AM. The dogs joined me. Nala woke me up at 8:30. I tried to stay in bed, but she would have none of it and whacked me a few times then she cried and cried. I figured she needed to go out so I got up. Now, the dogs are napping, and I am jealous.

Tuesday I lived a nightmare. I put the dogs out before we went to bed. Nala was out for the longest time so I went looking for her. My head said she can’t get out, but Gracie did by hopping the six foot fence so I was worried. I looked over the back rail of the deck and saw her. Nala had something in her mouth. I went into the yard. Nala had a dead possum, a frozen dead possum, in her mouth. I wondered how the possum died. I knew it wasn’t Nala. It was a found treasure. I chased that dog, and every time I got close to her Nala ran with the possum. I threw a can close to her. She was surprised, jumped into the air and dropped the possum, but she picked it up again when I got really close. I tripped over a root and fell on my butt. The back of my pants got soak, but I got up and tried again. Nala ran again. I decided I was too cold and I was too wet so I gave up the chase and went inside. Nala came in on her own, possum less.

Yesterday morning I looked over the yard and couldn’t see the possum so I let Nala out. She found the possum. I didn’t chase her. She came back inside without the possum. This morning I looked, and the poor possum is still in the yard and needs to be buried, but I haven’t a shovel. I think a huge spoon will take a while to dig a big enough hole. It’s on my to-do list.