The only real reason for winter is for Skye-dog to demonstrate her ability to torture a ball in the snow.
Teeth and fuzzy feet….
…or torturing it in a snowbank.
The melts and succeeding frigid temperatures have made the snow throughout March (and into April) crispy and unyielding. Not a good combination for ball pouncing and unstable doggie feet.
There is nothing left of winter that still charms me.
Oh, perhaps I’m wrong.
Skye is pretending to be non-plussed.
All I can say is, she must be cold.
I think the river is melting.
The snow can’t be far behind. Mud is just around the corner. Oh joy.