Sunday afternoon we took the dogs over to Evergreen Cemetery, to the duck pond. As you might imagine, the ducks have sensibly flown south for the winter, the pond is mostly frozen over, and snow is as high as an elephant's eye, almost. But the duck pond, even snow-covered, is a source of fascinating fragrances, and so we went.
I somehow convinced both of my camera-shy family members to pose with Molly, since we're on a photographic roll.
And he deserved them after a quick trot around the pond with Pure Luck.
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