Almost every inch of snow has melted in our backyard (just watch, the mere fact that I make mention of this means that the moment I hit publish it will start snowing), which means these guys are a little more playful with each other when we let them out in the morning. So now we have our morning coffee to the sound of Coco’s hyena-like screaming which I will not complain about one bit if it means I don’t have to put those damn snow boots on again.