D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The wind and rain the other day emptied the plum tree of leaves; there was just one caught between branches yesterday. This evening the dog demanded to go out a second time despite the cold, and I had to go and get her before the house bled all its warmth. In the moonlight, I could clearly see the same red and green dog ball had wound up further under the tree this time. I threw it over the same fence; hope I'm guessing right and they aren't also trying to return it. And I managed to collar the dog and march her inside.

D.O.P.-T.

It dipped into the mid-30s last night, and the cats are giving up on coming out to eat late. Hope they're all managing to stay warm.