Monday, March 10, 2014

Almost spring

Fifty-two degrees outside today equal veritable tropics. There were hints this was about to occur: Tiny Dog went outside to pee yesterday.  She just trotted out, behind the other two, like it was summer. And it happened again today!

Georgie must have felt the shift too; she started to whine and bark this morning, and Wren has been pacing for a few days inside, looking up at the humans for something.  So I took all three chihuas on a puddled meander. Warm enough out, Chibi walked about 25% of it, rather than her usual 2%, with the rest of the time in my jacket, shivering her antenna ears.  At one point on the bike path today, Tiny Dog followed the wrong person for a little bit, her eyesight poor. She looked smashing in her red fleece coat, her tail up and wagging, though.

I have proof that Tiny Dog was out today: that itty silhouette trailing George around the fire pit. Look at the scattered sunflower husk mess those songbirds left. Such bad manners. 

Outdoor Tiny Dog sighting.

I have the day off after a busy month of filling in days here and there for my influenza’ed boss. Two acupuncture house calls rescheduled today, but I am ok with this, the first wonderful day of the year: jacket unzipped, hat off, no mittens, sun on the face.

George and Wren pulled and pulled on our walk, their undercarriages splattered with mud and melting snow. They did not care.  Once home, they submitted to the towel rub down with sad faces, and then hopped up on the couch in a spot of sun.  Atticus is at daycare; they have to take advantage of the open comfy spot. They rule the world.

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