Dear fellow Broad Riparian...

The blanket of snow on the ground makes two things painfully obvious:

1. That a large dog has grunted out a steamer right in the middle of our front yard, and...


2. That it was your dog, what with the trail of incriminating paw prints leading straight to and from your front door.

Unfortunately, I had already used the facilities this morning, or I would have cheerfully returned the favor.