Well, winter has spoken, and her official reign doesn’t even begin for another two weeks.

I love winter. I really do.

When I am indoors, curled up under a pile of blankets in our cozy little cottage, with the Christmas trees aglow.

Not bundling up so much that I look like Ralphie’s little brother in his snowsuit on “A Christmas Story.” And not wearing myself out trudging through snow and ice doing typical daily errands.

Nor am I a big fan of removing snow from my car and scraping the windows while my car warms up when the temperature is in the single digits.

This past week, the responsibilities of being mom to a nearly 12-year-old black Labrador have been bone chilling. Zeke seems to have forgotten what snow is, and since he finds it more challenging to settle on a good spot where he

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