Here is is the middle of January and only now did we get our first snowfall (one discounts the freak storm of October which was rather destructive but soon melted).
As a special treat, yours truly was invited to enjoy a nice walk in the woods.
I am not so deluded as to miss the fact that no small part of the appeal of a walk in the woods for momma is that she does not have to pick up my poop.
But that makes no matter to me. Whatever it takes, right?
Speaking of that October snow storm, the log that fell across our walking trail back then remains and affords a wonderful opportunity for some labragility.
I rather like to imagine that I am on a great adventure through wild and uncharted territory.
Almost like K and R, right?
During my evening perambulations I spotted this festive display and even though it was a bit off our normal route, I insisted we get close enough for a good look.
Now there's a house that enjoys the holidays!
How do you like my green bootie?
There is a story behind that. After our morning walk, I was helping momma clear the walkways when all of a sudden she shrieks "Dexter! You're bleeding!" Mind you, I had no idea what the commotion was about as I was perfectly happy and having a grand time.
That is, until, she started poking and prodding me and then OUCH! Apparently I had broken a nail. Fear not, we stopped by the vet for some magic powder and they threw in the cool green bootie as a bonus to keep me from getting snow and ick in my boo boo.
The bootie doesn't slow me down one bit. If you must know, I think it coordinates with my reflective jacket very nicely.