Built for Weather Like This
January 6, 2026 looked like the world hit mute and left the contrast cranked. Snow locked the yard down, and the big dog moved through it with a blue ball in his mouth like it was mission critical. No wasted motion, no cute nonsense, just breath hanging in the air and paws punching holes in winter. The little one tore after him in a striped sweater like a discount punk sidekick, legs flying, fully delusional about keeping pace with a four-legged tank. Beyond the fence, the neighborhood sat […]https://ericfoltin.com/2026/03/01/built-for-weather-like-this/




















