Well, Sam's first winter in Iowa has finally passed. We survived. It was bitter cold. Like so cold you just want to crawl into a hole (with a space heater) and never come out until you can see the grass again.
Sam did so good though. He bravely faced the -40 windchills with minimum complaining. Me, not so much.
So when the sun decided to provide us with temperatures in the 70s, we headed outdoors! Sam is convinced that he's going to build his own fort. He collects sticks on every walk we take. Big sticks, little sticks...doesn't really matter.
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