I had not been out in the yard for a while, but I was scouting around today, cleaning up some fallen branches, replenishing the bird seed, and the like, I noticed this little guy trying to put a little bloom into the surroundings. Well, it is still mid-February in northern Ohio, and although this has been the mildest winter I can remember thus far, there is still plenty of time for things to get nasty out there.
I wish this little flowering plant the best of luck; it's going to need it.
Meanwhile, inside the house, the dogs are doing their best to appear (and actually be) as comfortable as possible. They pretty much have it made, only having to brave the elements to take care of business. This high comfort level was demonstrated capably by Chloe this afternoon.
According to the American Heritage Dictionary, the phrase, "It's a dog's life" is: "n.Slang A miserably unhappy existence." From the looks of the picture above, and my experience with these animals around the house, I beg to differ!