I am so tired this morning, I don’t feel at all shiny. Mostly, I feel like I need a few more hours of sleep. But, things to do today. Veterinarians to call. Coffee to drink. Dogs to send outside, even though it’s cold and they don’t entirely approve of snow. I understand Gibbs. He is unfamiliar with the stuff. This is his first exposure to winter outdoors, though I think he’s beginning to kick up his virtual heels a bit. But Bonnie was born on Halloween and raised during a hard winter. She loved snow and I have the pictures to prove it.
She’s not a pup anymore. Now, she will go into the snow, but she’d rather hang out in the living room. On the sofa. With the central heat. Even though the sun is shining on the snow and all the world is aglow in the cold light of a bright winter’s day.
Odd how they change. Like people. I think if you asked her, she would tell you “Oh, I liked it well enough when I was a mere puppy, but now, I’m a grown up Scottie and I prefer to keep my paws warm and dry.” It’s hard to argue with her, but I miss my romping little girl who loved the snow.