Okay, okay — they’re not really mine. They’re my roommate’s dogs, and they’re great.
Although, one of them (the one in the foreground of the photo) can be rambunctious. Last night, while my roommate was still at work, I thought I heard a knock at the door… and as soon as I opened the door, the dog bolted out into the snow. Wearing a sweater, pajama pants and flip-flops, I had to chase him through two inches of snow before some younger girls out playing helped me round him up.
Lucky for him, he’s the cutest little furball, so I couldn’t be too mad at him.