
At 10:00 I took Islay out for "a wee donner" around the back yard. She decided that a a cold, frosty treat would hit the spot.


We came up to find the deck over run with squirrels, I counted six before they took to the hills. A few brave souls decided that a hearty breakfast was of more importance than safety.
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Strange weather - but Islay sure has the sweetest little face!
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