The snow is back and the temperatures are dipping. Layers are pulled out of storage and you can smell the wood smoke in the air. The ground is covered in ice and every step is crunchy and slippery. The wind blows through the half-insulated walls of the 1890’s farmhouse and 4 wheel drive becomes essential.
The puppy’s hairs have grown out to their winter lengths and the wet heavy snow sticks to them like hot glue. When she comes in from long walks, she runs to the bathtub for defrosting. Off-leash hikes in the woods every day, what a life!