It's 41 degrees and sunny. My roof is finally free of snow and the massive ice sickles have fallen off with well timed "booms" throughout the afternoon. Finally the dripping has stopped and the skating rink that was my patio is now just a patio again. My dogs can barely contain themselves. Neither can I, quite frankly. I have visions of wide expanses of black dirt, muddy hands and knees, and vegetable gardens as far as the eye can see. But I digress....
The dogs are crazy about this weather. They go out and run in circles around the yard and wrestle in the snow. My older dog watches the activity up in front with her face stuck through the breaks in the fence -- I've never noticed this before but I see with the snow pack so high she has a better vantage point.
They'd really prefer that I hang out with them so after 15-20 minutes they want back in and in a matter of minutes they are ready to go out again. My little girls are outside dogs at heart even though they spend their time on the back of the couch watching the world go by.
During spring, summer and fall we walk every day. But at this time of the year with all the melt and slop and with their little 3-4 inch legs -- they end up soggy, muddy and sandy. Each walk requires a head to toe bath and I admit it -- I'm too lazy to do that every day, and frankly, bath time is not their favorite time! So why put them through that? So for now -- it's the back yard until the melt really kicks in and that becomes soup. Oh joy. I need April.
But for now, they are out running and wrestling and wondering when I will come out too.
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