Jakob's dog.

(Can you see the foot trails forming?  Not the best time of day to take a picture.)

Even I was laughing as I trooped through the snow with a feisty pup.  Not even my own children have been able to convince me to venture out into the frozen beyond.

Yes, this silly dog has been good for all of us.  

(Me, in my robe, in the snow.  Who knew how often one tiny thing can poo?!!)

He loves me, a little bit.

He is darling with Eve and Ben.

And, as Jakob reminds me, he is only 2/3 his-- but 100% mine.

(This is how I folded the laundry yesterday.)

Life is good.