I stared out the window above my desk and blinked twice in disbelief. “Can’t be the same dog,” I said out loud. But as I squinted through the blinding February snowstorm, trying to get a better look, something told me, That’s the same dog.
With the wind chill, it was 35 below zero that morning. Whatever animal was huddled by my gate, I knew I couldn’t let it stay out there. I grabbed my parka, cap and gloves and walked toward the door.
Both of my border collies got up from their places by the woodstove and followed. They didn’t like to stay outside in this weather for long, but loved to
