let sleeping dogs lie

Meet Effie our jack russell, who has worked out that most evenings there will be heat in this corner of the house, either thanks to the miracle of piped natural gas, or wood collected during last summer and lugged into the house each evening. I am a very poor wood chopper, preferring to "shave" lumps off the log until it is the right size, than to actually wallop it hard enough to split it in two. It still works out all the frustrations and stresses of the day.

Sorry about the poor light and slight fuzziness, but the flash was too stark, and it lost the cosiness of the scene.