Baby It’s Cold Outside

Wheatie alerted me with his usual huff that it was time for our afternoon walk. Bundled in my boots, sweatshirt, winter coat, Elmer Fudd hat, scarf, and mittens, we ventured out to see the new layer of fluffy white snow. Despite my layers of bundling, I was blasted by an arctic chill as a biting wind whipped around my face. After a few moments of weakness when I was considering shortening our walk, I decided to add some zing to the walk to generate some heat. So our usual brisk walk turned into a mixture of jogging, lunging, and jumping over snow banks. Halfway through the walk, I was no longer thinking about the cold as I watched the dogs frolic along beside me. Toby is ALWAYS trying to engage Wheatie in play, which often deteriorates into Toby pulling Wheatie’s tail in a last ditch effort for attention. Today, obviously cheered by my antics, Wheatie turned to Toby with a deep play bow! Ah — harmony in the ranks! It’s a beautiful thing! We continued our runs, lunges, and jumps and by the time home was in view, I was beginning to sweat and no longer worried about the cold wind. The added benefits of today’s walk — probably burned more calories and completed the walk quicker so I could return to my mountains of writing work rejuvenated and with added minutes for typing!