On our walk through the Common today we came upon a snowman someone had left, a child's proud achievement and symbol of the universal joy that a snow day brings.
My dog, however, saw nothing but easy prey. There they were, two sticky currants, a fat carrot, and other facial tidbits, just waiting for her, guarded only by spindly stick arms.
After disposing of its ridiculous nose, she knocked off the head:
Then ate the eyeballs:
And then proceeded to munch on the frozen brains:
Hey, it was either her or one of the local foxes.
More snow predicted for tomorrow. There's a bit of carrot left, if someone wants to have another go at it.
