Peanut Butter

Peanut Butter has a special way of driving me crazy. He usually runs off at the most in opportune moments. The cold weather was coming in and I watched him run to the back of the pasture and then I lost where he was going. I did not see him the next morning when it was snowing and 18 degrees. I figured he would be back by the time I got off work. Nope, he was not. I started worrying a bit. I went outside in the cold later that night to see if he had come home. I was sure grateful when I opened that door and he ran out of his usual hiding spot, along with Jelly and Earl. At least I know they are all home and safe. That makes me feel better.