Traditionally the "dog days" are in the hottest time of the year, usually in August. But for my pups the real dog days are during the hyper-cold, inclement days of winter on the High Plains. We just don't get out for rambles as much as they would like. Yet I'm amazed at their patience and good nature: nobody's going stir-crazy, or coming down with cabin fever (except maybe me) and they... adjust.
Last week, though, we had a brief respite, with temps in the mid to high 60s, wonderful, healing sunshine, and not much wind. This weekend it's a return to near-zero, snow, and generally nasty days and nights.
Spring is coming. We just don't have its official ETA yet.
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Priceless picture of those two. My dogs, being old, are much more content during winter. We still go out twice a week in good weather, though, even if all we do is take a leisurely walk through the woods and do some sniffing.
Happy dogs. We had more snow and ice and then it's up in the 50's. I'm hoping that's the last snow.
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