This morning was a welcome sight two days after the Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the calendar. This morning’s sun spoke of the return to the light, today will be a few minutes later than yesterday.

The solstice bonfire we planned for Friday will be tonight instead, we have a lot of dry wood to haul out of the barn.

But joined us in the pasture the morning, he is helping Red keep an eye on the sheep. I don’t think he will ever be a herding dog, but he’s already a pretty good farm dog.

As I write this, I am thinking of some sad woman who wrote a long e-mail to my vet, Dr. Suzanne Fariello, urging her to tell me that Boston Terriers cannot and should not be farm dogs.

I chuckled a bit, she didn’t dare send it to me. Dr. Fariello and I got a good laugh out of it, and if you are reading – sounds like  you probably are – I will channel Gen. Abram’s famous call-out to the Germans surrounding him; “nuts.”

I thought of you this morning and hope you have found more engaging things to do over the holidays than fuss over Bud.