It’s cold this morning; I mean really cold. And there’s a wind chill. That means the thermometer says the outside temperature when you’re in the house is -19ºC (or -2ºF). Once you go outside and the wind hits you, it feels like it’s really -25ºC. Logical then, to stay in the house. Even the dog’s not keen on being out, and he LOVES the snow. He’s sitting here with me now, waiting for more snow – and less wind. Yesterday was much warmer and being the loyal dog he is, he came along when I said I needed some exercise. Here’s what I did.
Here’s what he did.
I only lasted about 20 minutes. It only took 10 minutes to remember that I usually leave the dog at home when I’m snowshoeing. When I’m on snowshoes, he feels a need to stay close to me. I wish he wouldn’t. I’m plowing along, having a great time, when I suddenly find myself on my knees, the air pushed out of me in surprise, and the dog trying to lick my face. He’s stepped on the back of my snowshoe. I always think it’s a one-off. It isn’t.
If When it happens a third time, I take him home.