There are these two dogs who bark at me every day. They live in the house next to our cabin. Each morning I walk out and look at the mountains and think about how the sky looks a little different and then I hear a mutt named Jake come roaring. Ruff ruff ruff. He's followed by his buddy Elwood, an Australian shepherd. Ruff ruff ruff. They're named after the Blues Brothers; they don't shut up until I give them a treat. On the days I don't have a milk bone they judge me for not having food in the ways that only dogs can. Their owner is this cool guy who owns the local diner in town where the cowboys eat eggs and who likes to wear Blues Brothers t-shirts. He also loves the Broncos and apparently his whole basement is blue and orange. Anyway it's been cold in the mornings this winter, like really cold, but I like it. Spring is on the horizon though. The sun stretches longer every evening. Yesterday I even heard birds chirping before the dogs barked.
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