Break

Clay is trying to break Harper out of "kitchen prison." And if you look closely at the pictures Harper is trying - in turn - to eat her way out of "kitchen prison." I feel sorry for the dog - we don't spend near enough time with her, don't walk her regularly, and sometimes forget to feed her each day. (Okay, that has only happened once or twice, but admittedly, is still awful.)

So, being the softy that I am, I let her stay with Clay and me in the house each day. Locked in kitchen prison. She really doesn't seem to mind. She can see us, Clay can pet her through the fence, and she always gets a yummy bone to chew on when she comes in. I am going to start referring to it as "kitchen heaven!" It is I suppose compared to the 25 degrees outside!

P.S. Are those considered condensed snowflakes? Or is it hail that hasn't melted? What is this frozen stuff on the ground that closely resembles yard fertilizer?