We have snow and lots of it. But the days are mild this week and sometimes you can ditch the wool scarf and grab a pretty spring one covered in birds to head out for a walk.
Last weekend, our grand-dog, Forrest, came with his overnight bag which held his bowl, food and his chewie. :-) He spent much of his time running amuck in the wood-lot. And look at that snow. Agh!
He loves it there and at this time of year I don't have to worry
about the critters. And in the summer he stays on lead.
He's a bit of a goof-ball.
January was a month of very little snow but I expect February will make up for it.
We Canadians never get much of a break from winter. That's why we are a tough lot.
Wilson is a sun-worshiper and no matter where it appears in the house he will find it.
Cora was scheduled for a spay on the 11th and just six days before she went into H.E.A.T.
This darling face kept us up for four nights while she wandered around screaming like an injured seal. Even Wilson was sleep-deprived by the end of it. The retired-guy slept with ear plugs in. I was a zombie by the end of it. But I still love her.
And now she is back to her old self and peace is restored.
Little being=big voice. It's so good to hear her mouse-like squeaks again. :-)
Hope all is well with everyone.
be kind,
Deb
Last weekend, our grand-dog, Forrest, came with his overnight bag which held his bowl, food and his chewie. :-) He spent much of his time running amuck in the wood-lot. And look at that snow. Agh!
He loves it there and at this time of year I don't have to worry
about the critters. And in the summer he stays on lead.
He's a bit of a goof-ball.
January was a month of very little snow but I expect February will make up for it.
We Canadians never get much of a break from winter. That's why we are a tough lot.
Wilson is a sun-worshiper and no matter where it appears in the house he will find it.
The fire is roaring and these two
are snuggling the day away
today.
Cora was scheduled for a spay on the 11th and just six days before she went into H.E.A.T.
This darling face kept us up for four nights while she wandered around screaming like an injured seal. Even Wilson was sleep-deprived by the end of it. The retired-guy slept with ear plugs in. I was a zombie by the end of it. But I still love her.
And now she is back to her old self and peace is restored.
Little being=big voice. It's so good to hear her mouse-like squeaks again. :-)
Hope all is well with everyone.
be kind,
Deb