Author: Sandra Brownrigg

At dusk, the dogs line up to be let inside, where they will shower us with the snow covering their pelts, then patiently wait to be fed. After dinner, they will collapse in a damp, exhausted pile in front of the fire and go to sleep, paws twitching as they relive the antics of the day in their canine dreams. … Continue reading >Scenes from a snowy Colorado day