The house across the street from the church is home to a large white dog whose color, build, and demeanor during last year's blizzards give the impression he was born for gray, blustery chilly days like today.
The sight of him sprawled on his back up against his fence, tongue out and sleeping like he was on the most tropical of beaches, seen today as I drove back from lunch, supports that idea.
I'm glad he likes it.
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