Not until today did I realize the strength of the wind here in Cheyenne. While I was walking Amos and Ellie, I turned a corner and nearly got knocked off my feet. It was so blustery I had to turn my head down and lean in to the wind. I wish you could have seen Amos... Amos the big 'ol goof ball. He was so scared of the wind. He tucked his tail and started trying to run away. Poor guy.
Even now, as I sit in our living room, the wind is howling by... is it possible that this is my own ghost of Christmas coming my way? :)
The hooligans... refusing to smile for the camera :)