I’ve always had all-weather dogs until I got Gus and Bud. The border collies, the Labs, Frieda, all were indifferent to the weather, they were (are) just as happy sitting out in the rain and snow as they were being inside.

About ten years ago, I bought this 150-year-old doghouse from Jack Metzger at Outback Jacks store. Frieda was the only dog that ever went inside and that was to nap or eat some animal she had caught.

Gus didn’t mind the snow or cold much, but Bud was raised and lived in Arkansas for much of his life, and he is not a hard-weather dog at all. If she sees rain outside, he runs inside the house

This morning, there was snow and ice on the ground and Bud just made a bee-line for the dog house He has also discovered the warmth of the wood stove, and is spending a lot of time dozing in there.

This morning, I saw him through the kitchen window, sitting inside looking out at the pouring rain. Fate  was sitting out in the cold and wet, watching the sheep.

As I write this, Bud is back in front of the fireplace, dozing happily. I am happy to see this old Dog House, built by a dairy farmer around the time of the Civil War, still getting some use.

Am curious to see how Bud reacts to his first true snowstorm. I have a hunch he will like it.