Snow balls

Logan is castrated, as I constantly have to tell Germans who want me to keep my dog away from their bitch in heat (it's not the done thing here to castrate, they seem to prefer their dogs wild) but all this snow provides him with snow balls, he has to constantly stop and chew them out from between the pads of his paws, fortunately the snow's not deep enough (yet) for snow to clump in other, higher up places, but as it's snowing again today that could change.

A leisurely morning (good job, following the excess of wine consumed in order to mitigate the effects of German "comedy") soon to be followed by a German lesson (yay) and then this evening a lovely girlie dinner with fellow expats and blippers to celebrate a birthday - we girls do like to look after one another.