The Difference Between Cats and Dogs

Snow crusted with a thin layer of ice welcomed me this morning.

And my cats disappeared. I finally found them burrowed under the covers.

The dogs, though, couldn't wait to take their lunchtime walk. They whined and danced as I laced -- and wrapped -- on my cross country ski boots.

They didn't mind that the wind was blowing and it was snowing.

Nor did they mind the crust of ice on top of the snow.

They had mice to hunt and snow angels to make.

But within minutes of coming back indoors, I found them asleep in front of the fire.