Where's my treat?

We have trained Gulliver to sit on the rug right inside the door until his paws have been wiped and the snow brushed off his nose and coat. Or maybe it is Gulliver who has trained us to give him a treat every time he comes in the door. He's such a good boy, and he waits so expectantly.

This is a true emergency blip. It has been snowing for hours, and it is way too cold to take a photo walk. We have a funeral service to go to today, followed by helping to serve and clean up a meal for the guests. The roads are terrible, covered with snow and ice. Not a good day for anyone to try to drive anywhere. The funeral is for our dear friend Jean, an amazing, caring, giving woman who lived 96 years, always ready to help others.