The Kinsman Lodge is full of dog guests who sound very funny (especially the corgis) as they bustle up and down the hall outside my room. This morning the fields outside my window are coated with frost, so all the dogs and their dog walkers must be cold as they stand around on their early morning back yard outing. I have no idea if these dogs have met before, or if this is a coincidental situation, but there are at least five dogs in this inn, though possibly I have lost count and there are more.