Mags and Emma know as soon as I start to put on a jacket that I am going out and start to dance around with anticipation. Emma likes to check her brush piles and other secret spots for activity and Mags like to go with me to the mailbox. The other morning she went with me to put mail in the box for pick-up and dashed outside the fence to check the mailman's tracks in the snow. Usually I get on her something fierce when she does that, but there are no cattle here now and as long as she stays close to me I indulge her a little. (The prairie is a dangerous place for a small, tasty dog.) We were only out for a few minutes but it was just above zero and her feet got so cold I carried her back to the house. She's a tough little monkey but no sled dog!
When I went out a couple of hours later to get the mail she refused to go.