We may not all have a dog, but if you have had or do have any kind of pet that requires having to be outside throughout the day, then you too can ask yourself:
“How much do I love my….(whatever pet you have)?”
Let me ask you this…..Could you say no to this face?
Confessions of a transplant
Now, if you live in an area that is “nice” all the time, walking your dog, or cat ~ (I have seen a cat on a leash), is a no brainier at any given time during the day. Being a California native with sunshine forever coursing through my veins, I am all too familiar with this nice, do any thing at any time kind of weather. However, as a transplant, a term my husband tells me is used for all us residents who are not Rocky Mountain natives, (whatever, sweetie) I had to get used to the idea of walking the dog during the months of late November through at least April. This got tricky. I’d find myself watching the trees outside to see how much they may be swaying in the wind, I would take notice of how muddy the ground might be should it turn out to be a descent day, because nobody likes muddy dog feet. I don’t care who you are or how much you love your dog, muddy paw prints are a no no, especially in a house with white carpet.
What decision should I make?
So poor Tonka hasn’t been able to get out for a good walk in a couple of days, when it is snowing or doesn’t get above 15 degrees, we stay inside, but the daughter decided he needed get out. So I stepped outside for a brief moment, and let me tell you it was brief, to find it was windy. Not my kind of a day, but looking at the dog looking up at me wagging his tail, it was clear to me the dog needed to get out and stretch his legs. Uuuug, what’s a mom to do, I’m in a pickle here, what to do, what to do, decisions, decisions!!!
It's official; I love my dog!
So to answer the question, “How much to I love my dog?” ~ ~ enough to put on the thick snow socks, snow boots, ski pants, snow jacket with hood, double gloves and scarf! One would think I was going skiing! Hmm, maybe I should have taken the skis and had Tonka pull me, a new version of cross country skiing. Maybe next time.
Well, I can only hope that this demonstration of great love for my dog will trigger a sense of such gratefulness in him that he won’t need to go out at 2 am tonight.
But that’s another story.
I’m not excited about the winter months and walking my dogs.