It’s -28ºC (-14ºF) and the maremmas are romping in the yard like it’s summer. I know they look like polar bears, but this is ridiculous. One of the collies, the chubby one, sits staring into the house through the glass door. The other one – who is so wired and wirey she could burn calories at 20 paces – is making the maremmas look everything but agile. Our sole horse and the wee wee coos are consuming hay like conveyor belts trying to keep warm. And there are the maremmas, lying in the snow, wriggling, sitting on each others’ heads, chewing pieces of log, not even noticing you can pee icicles today.
