Funny, last week, it was so warm we had all the windows open and were wearing shorts. Now, as soon as the weekend came, it turned cold, and even snowed. It snowed all afternoon yesterday, and didn’t stop until sometime late last night. Of course, for most of the afternoon, it didn’t stick at all, just turned everything wet and yucky. Overnight, it did start to stick though. Just enough to cover the grass and the tree-branches. Not enough to actually stick to the roads or driveways. The snow was still there when we got up, and when I took the dog out, but it didn’t stay around much longer. Pretty much as soon as the sun hit it, it was gone. Fortunately.
I’m from Michigan, so I’m used to having nice weather, then snow again the first week of spring. But even there, we didn’t usually get shorts weather before hand.
I think it’s now been several months since the dog escaped. Which means that we’ve gotten considerably better at keeping ahold of him, rather than that he’s reformed at all. I can tell that he’s still longing to race around the park all day, chasing squirrels and cats and whatever else he’d find, and coming home filthy, soaked, and tired. Then, of course, he’d have to go through the horrors of a bath (why does he like playing in the water so much and hate baths?), and spend the next day or two barely able to move with his sore muscles. Of course, delayed consequences don’t discourage him much at all. Even that bad cut on his foot last spring, and the six weeks wearing the cone of shame and hardly being let out of the house didn’t discourage him, either. That was hard work keeping him cooped up like that. The first week or so was easy, since he didn’t feel like moving, but after that he felt better, and was back to his bouncy self, and couldn’t understand why we weren’t taking him for any walks other than right around the house, and just long enough to do his business.