The snow is challenging. Frieda jumped up on a snowdrift and out over the fence and into the woods after something she saw. She was gone for hours in the bitter cold and deep drifts, and whens he got back, there was ice-encrusted blood on her neck and back. Not hers, it seems. We’ll never know. Frieda is never permitted to run loose, but the drifts are up almost over the fence tops. Frieda is a lot of dog. She’s back, safe, exhausted and sleeping it off in her crate.