A deep crisp frost is a beautiful sight. And that’s about as much credit I can give a cold snap. It is otherwise a dangerous and destructive force. I dread to think the damage it has done to my beloved vegetables. I know it’s added another layer of moisture on the already sodden grass. For bassets it brings new sniffing possibilities although I can only imagine how much their paws must be tingling as they plod amongst the crackling grass.
Big basset is still on short measure of walking on account of his strained leg but it doesn’t stop him hooning like a loony tune down the garden. I know I’m biased but he really is a handsome hound who loves life outdoors. He’s always looking out for something new and interesting to keep him amused. Most importantly he’s always keeping a close eye on his pesky brother who may have found something he should rightfully have.