The Cutest Thing, Loudly

Last winter my dog Tonka's favorite game was Chew Ice. We'd throw the crusted water off the horse troughs, so she'd could run around and shatter them easily with her square pit bull jaws. She was delight incarnate.

This morning, Tonka ran around outside with her left ear screwed over head, the way pits do when they're perplexed, snuffing the ground, looking everywhere, and barked and barked at the frost. She was worry incarnate.

That was a good morning laugh.