Identity Crisis

Today while the snot-monsters, Asher and Obed rested, Ezra helped me shovel the driveway, sidewalk and steps. Near the end of our shoveling, Ezra was playing the back yard while I finished up the back patio area. I started burying him in the snow.

Ezra thought it great fun... Warnie, however, not so fun. He was very concerned and immediately started trying to get Ezra out of the snow pile. I'm pretty sure he thought he was a Saint Bernard and had a keg of brandy around his neck, rather than a skinny, short-haired pointer, not made for long exposure to the snow.