Sunday Walk

Yesterday, it was cold and snowy almost all day. The ground was warm, so the snow didn't start to stick until evening, and we ended up getting about an inch and half of accumulation.

Sundays are traditionally 'go for a walk' days for the dogs, and I try and hold to that if at all possible. During the week, I seldom get to take them out, unless it's a quick prowl across the field. Even though they have a fenced yard and fenced property that they can run on with supervision, it's still exciting for them to 'go somewhere'.

Boone & Ariel leashed up and off we go!

Yesterday, Boone was revved up from the moment I got outside. He can be almost scary when he is that excited! Imagine 127 pounds of pure (klutzy) energy bouncing and running around and you get the idea.

After I got home from church, I changed clothes and bundled up to take the dogs out. Boone needed to burn off some energy! He gets to stay out in the yard three days a week (unsupervised)---it's complicated, but it has to do with the cats, and Sunday is one of his 'free' days. While I was gone he pulled the comforter off the dogs breezeway bed and dragged it out into the yard--and 'unstuffed' some of it. The whole time I'm in the house getting ready he is looking in the door..'please are we going for a walk now..huh,huh??'

Down the gravel road..

It was blowing snow (even though it didn't show up well in these photos!) and pretty cold, but we set off anyway. We went on the gravel road this time, instead of down the highway. Ariel gamely plodded along, but her heart just wasn't into the whole cold/snow blowing/walking idea. Very few leaves are left on the trees and it looked grey and stark out there, but it was an invigorating walk and I enjoyed it.

The starkness of this solitary tree caught my eye. You can still see some of the broken limbs from the ice storm two years ago.

After I got home, I carried in quite a few loads of wood, with the intention of holing up for the rest of the afternoon...with a good book perhaps. Boone thought we should play though, so between loads I'd throw one of his many toys and he'd run and capture it....over and over.

I was freezing and ready to head in by that time. When I looked back outside a few moments later, I saw Boone standing at the door--still with the 'wanna come out and play look' on his face! Silly guy. He seems to think the colder and snowier the better. I heard him later tearing around and around the house and breezeway as hard as he could, which sounds a bit like a freight train running through. Later I gave them a little snack and he finally seemed ready to take a snooze. Wish I had that energy.

Dontcha want to play??? Boone uses his 'winsome' face...