Here’s Scotty again. Did I mention that he is the sweetest dog on the planet? He is. And if you’re ever walking down our street and he gets loose and charges you down, growling like The Hound of the Baskervilles, just stand still. He won’t hurt you. It’s just his special way of saying hello.


He normally has his face buried in the snow, eating it like it’s manna, but today he took a break and posed for me. I just love his eyes (and his natural eyeliner).

Scotty also likes to chew on ice. When he hears someone open the freezer, he races into the kitchen waiting for ice to fall. I always pretend to drop a cube, just to watch him snatch it up and race out of the room.