Fueling the Fire by Janet Jones

 It’s February in Ohio, so I am hibernating.  I open the door only to throw a dog biscuit out on the back deck to coax my miniature schnauzer to put his naked little paws in the icy snow. He comes back to the door looking like a tiny abominable snowman with blinking brown eyes. He can barely move his short little legs. The snow sticks to his long fur like Velcro. He is 12 inches high and has to navigate