My Zusher always was a fresh air type of girl.
She loves cooler weather and walking in the snow. Now, since the canine dementia diagnosis, she seems to crave our back deck. The rain stopped, so she’s been laying out there sleeping. I go and check on her every ten minutes or so, but I figure she’s happy for now.
Keep a good thought for the Zusher as she travels down this road with me.
As I sit here at the laptop and look at the window, the sun reflects off the fence and is absolutely radiant.
Fortunately I am inside: it is bitter cold outside, and Jim is on his way to work.It’s 9 degrees out,with an alleged high of 23 here in the city today.Undisclosed Deux is leading the pack with a blistering 14 degrees and an alleged 28 degree high.
I am lovingly waiting for a break in the weather where the girls and I can walk a little further and we all can get out in the fresh air.As Jim just mentioned when he left, he hopes the car starts in this cold.The few birds out are singing: how they are managing to do that is God’s wonder.
Someone remind me of this post when we have 25 days of 90 degree plus weather, ok?