Winter in Tennessee can be a strange experience. 24° one day, 60° the next. I have lived here all my life, and I’ve never seen a “predictable” winter. Smokey, our fierce and loyal watchdog, (I greatly exaggerated the fierce part) took advantage of one of our recent warmer winter days to um, basically, sack out. Funny thing was, he made it look so enjoyable, I decided to join him.