|Saying hello to last weekends snow|
Temps below 20 degrees and I put a jacket on old Turk
As we started our walk today, the dogs looked at each other and then at me. The looked surprised at how warm it was. As we came across each snowbank that was left, he had to dive in and say goodbye.
|Last weekend, I let him go sledding one last time|
|A gate was left open by the locks, so we explored|
|We don't get to see this side of the locks very often|
|The side we see usually|
|It was early, by noon it looked like shanty town|
Turk always wants to go out and see what they caught
Today would not be a good day for ice fishing
|We chose the Konkapot trail today|
What was I thinking? Was I thinking like a dog?
It was very muddy, but I'm sure there were lots of smells for the dogs
|Much different than the weekend|
|The creek lost it's bend|
|The weekends beautiful snow picture|
|The dogs were very interested in a spot |
that isn't usually interesting
|Another beautiful snow picture (last weekend)|
|The water was raging fast|
|A line where the muddy water flowed|
|We went off the trail|
|But I found this! I thought, I wonder what this is? |
Oh, a camera strap. I should leave it for whoever lost it.
Wait! That's from my camera!
Must have fallen out of my case in the snow last time
|Today Mr Snowman|
After looking at the pic, I realized his face was all over the ground
|His younger days|
(on the weekend)
|A final goodbye as we ended our walk|
Turk was eating snow like a snowcone
We may get more, but the end is near
If you take lessons from a dog,
you enjoy each moment,
every change in every season
each new day!