6:30 AM December 7th.  Sundogs’s never-ending Indian summer has ended.  Oops forgot to put away the cushions and sarapes. Do I dare open the sliding door?The far away canyon sucks me in.  Despite the cold I slip on some boots and waddle into the slush.  The sun rises exposing the lofty canyon walls.  With the sun comes warmth.  I can already see the golden and red earth showing through.  The icy dusting melting quickly far away over there but not here.The pool has not frozen over so it can’t be that cold.   The Spirit pines cast their reflections on the water.  Reminding me every day of the earths simple pleasures.Last of summers harvest hidden from the Sundogs who love to steal them when we are not looking.The frost has taken it’s toll.  Pumpkin pie is on the menu.  I guess it is time to plant something a little more hardy.I let the hounds out and guess what happens?The Crazies, the Zoomies, the Rabbit Run.  What else are you suppose to do in the snow?Rockin’ Roy is not playing.  The water troughs at the barn froze (someone forgot to turn on the heating element ).  Luckily water is still flowing at the house.  Getting it to the barn should be fun.Chiron does not seem to mind that his water is frozen.  How I love the way the way he runs to greet me.  A bit more frisky than usual!GQ on the other hand stares at THE BIRDS.   “One minute Chiron and I were horsin’ around kicking up the dirt and the next minute I’ve got all these tiny birds taking over our pen.  What’s with the birds?Meanwhile Mangus Manx wakes up and greets the day.  “Good morning Nevada”Milton is not too enthusiastic about the snowy day.

Mangus gets right down to some very important kitty action.Nothing better than snow on the face.  Nevada is ready for the day.Sasha poses for a 1/2 a second.  I thought she was an almost white Golden but I don’t think so now.  I got a snow nose mom.  It tastes good!We can’t let this day go by without a walk to “The Point”  Maisie is ready for the day too.  “Let’s go mom!”  The Sundogs LOVE going to THE POINT.They don’t need snow boots.They don’t need jackets either.Even though snow gets in the eyes. The views are breathtaking.  Who cares about the cold.We are on a walk.  Life is good. Rockin’ Roy loves us.For some reason sticks taste better when they are frozen.We even share them.  Only the REAL long sticks.Sasha is not into sticks right now.She is picking up the scent of innocent little cotton tail rabbits who are hiding in the bushes for their dear lives.We have to take some posed photo’s at this lookout.  Brother and sister, Yolo and Nevada.  Complying with my request to sit still even when someone else is running free in the distance.Staying put even when something zooms by the other way.We near our destination. Yolo takes in the view.This is the far away cold canyon I was talking about.  Except it is not so far away now.  Yolo was the first to reach our destination.  Now he is first to hit the trail for the trip back home.   He has a way of waiting patiently for us as we trudge towards him.  On the way home, from THE POINT, we can see our humble abode perched on the ridge off in the distance.When I see this view of our home I am proud.  A dream that became a reality.Once we arrive home I doodle around in my frozen garden and turn around to see this scene.  Lassen as usual without a care in the world sleeping on ice.  And on the other end of the spectrum Nevada thinking if she gets REALLY REALLY close to the door it may open.  Yolo simply lets Nevada do the work.  Soon he may benefit.