I just looked at the 10 forecast for my town, and we are in for a deep freeze. On the up side, Lenore, Hound of Love, is herself. She tried to steal Rose’s food, did steal Izzy’s biscuit, gnawed on my nose and is wagging her tail non-stop and wriggling around. She is looking herself. I told her if there is any digestive trouble tonight, she goes to live in the barn. She is walking a bit stiffly, but otherwise herself. I hope.