...How Cold My Toes, Tiddely-pom, How Cold My Toes, Tiddely-pom, Are Growing.

It was a cold one. So, to be cautious, I slathered Pax's toes with Musher's Secret. And we had a couple of great walks in which he ran and ran.

We were up on the hill in Starin Park as dusk was descending, just standing there as big feathery flakes sifted down on us, totally calm and quiet, and we were loving being out in the cold.

Thanks for the poem, Pooh.