I know I can’t be the only one who feels like this has been the longest winter ever. Even the dogs seem tired of the snow:
I’m thankful that they still like to go out and romp in it, but they seem a bit bored with the white stuff and the constant bitter temperatures. I have poor circulation in my extremities, so I can’t go out much in the very cold, which makes our walks less frequent.
Mercifully, Fiona is only a few blocks away, so she comes over to romp for a few hours, sun or snow.
Late winter in the southeast US is much like a bad boyfriend. One week, he’s so sweet and temperate, and you think everything is finally going to turn around with you two. And then the next week, he’s back to being a total jerk, ruining your life at every turn. It’s enough to give you whiplash. Saturday, for instance, we had sunshine and 60 degrees (F). It was beautiful. We played with the dogs, and Guion built our garden fence, to prepare us for spring gardening. And then… this morning… more terrible snow.
We’re hibernating, we’re enduring. How are you and your pups making this long winter feel less long?
(And if you live in some warm place like Florida or Australia, just… hush.)