In at the Deep End

There was so much snow at Grannie's house this morning.  It is all very well but if the snow is 12 inches deep and you are a simple Jack Russell whose little legs are only 6 inches long, life gets a little tricky!

I even have frost on my chin!

Daft Harry, who now fancies himself as Grannie's little boy, took the opportunity to try and look rugged and handsome!

He always was a bit sad!

Just as we were leaving Grannie's house, The Giant Hen popped her head out of the ark.

"Is it safe to come out yet?"