In spite of temperatures almost to the sixties (F) yesterday, our road between the barn and house remains icy, requiring chains on any vehicle wanting to make it to the top. John walked down early to feed the chickens and Layla and Bobs were delighted, running in big circles through the sleeping garden and having a great game of tag.
Then, as John got to the top of the road, they had to run to catch up and beat him to the porch -- a point of honor evidently. Dogs and their games -- they know how to have fun.