I got out of bed with Daddy Friday morning to do my business. We went out on the porch, I looked through the window, saw the snow and let out a deep sigh. Not because the snow makes my paws cold, which it does, or the air makes me shiver, which it does, but because my main responsibility, garden design and supervision, was done for several months. Mommy loves doing gardening but frankly she has no design skills. She used to rely on Foley, who had an excellent eye for layout, but when she accepted her Judgeship it fell to me to supervise. (Foley still visits me in my dreams to tell me how she wants things but I like to add my own little twists now and then.) Every Monday morning, from mid-March until mid-November River Song and I would be placed in our overseer’s buggy to watch my parents work. For the next three to five hours, by pointing, barking, and whining, we would show Mommy which plant to put where so the colors would burst and complement one another. We