The dogs wanted to lay around inside, "roasting by an open fire".
So we headed out on a sunny chilly day to gather kindling.
All the dogs came along to supervise.
It takes a special kinda wood to toast a dog rump just right.
We went up past the high meadow where the best kindling is.
After loading every one up, Sturgis leads the way home.
Almost home. Been here about 350 times.
The dogs set a fast pace, anxious to get back to a warm fire.
Yup. The pups seem to approve of the Yuletide fire...
"Roasting dog butts by an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose..."
