It's warmer now. The snow is melting -- slowly. In the outer pen there is still snow on the ground. But this did not prevent Bow from going outside a couple of times today.
The routine is simple. First Bow gazes longingly at the outdoors.
There is much to see out there.
Next he jumps onto the bench without once setting foot in the white stuff.
Then he surveys the scene. Afterwards, he relaxes on the rim of the bench, while the dogs are vying for his attention.
Afterwards, when he determines that it is almost time to go back in, he decides to depart in style.
He lets out one last mighty cry before he leaps back inside, without ever having gotten his feet wet.
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