The last gasps of in like a lion, a big, brassy snowstorm mid March down Chelsea. We opened the front door to gaze at the wonderment, and Baby came forth in full curiosity-killed-the-cat mode . . . He ventured untethered onto the front porch, whereupon Tuck went out and fetched him back inside, his giant paws fully snowbound.
Meanwhile, at the back door, Tiny paused before deciding to just say no until further notice.