Laundry Day

The view from my laundry room.

 If you look closely, you can see the foot prints on the snow covered roof, left behind by one of the rascally squirrels. You can't starve 'em out and you can't make 'em run.

Essentially the furry little critters are glorified rodents. Tucker hasn't discovered this path of his nemesis. Somehow I see him busting through the window and launching right out onto the roof.

Poor Tucker has such a tough life protecting our home and chasing off the squirrels. Look, he's the king of the forest, all sprawled out on one of my crocheted blankets.

Sunday laundry and lazy dogs are the highlight of January.