December 18, 2008 – Big storm coming tomorrow. Rose and me and my camera are ready. Winter is getting old and it hasn’t even begun yet. At least the ticks are gone. Rose is my hero. I can’t bribe her for a photo like I can Lenore and Izzy. She ignores treats. I do trick her though, holding the camera into her eyes and whispering, “sheep, sheep, sheep.” Gets her every time. Her eyes widen, and I hate to betray, but she does, after all, have sheep in her back yard.