The dog days of winter and not-so-little boys.

Oh, how I love the dog days of summer.  One of my dogs has been lying on the daybed for a few hours since I wrapped him up in blankets.  The other one is curled up on a couch in the room with the woodstove.  I think they're quite content.  They, like me, hate the very cold temperatures we're getting. 

My 19 year old son and his friend, on the other hand, have been out in this cold for hours.  I don't know how they can stand it.  Ever since they discovered snow tubing they can't seem to tear themselves away.  It's funny how I often think, I wish he'd just grow up.  And then now, I'm happy to see him acting like a little boy again.  I know, make up my mind.

Only 76 days till Spring.  And counting.