No leash, no tennis ball to obsessively fetch. Just me, my snowshoes, Brynn, and a big open playfield to frolic in. We both had fun, although the actual frolicking was mostly credited to her. As you can see by the trail, mine was a much straighter and less frolicsome path. I also buried my nose in the snow a lot less.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
when you're an adult, you have to make your own recess
After two respectable snowfalls, it was time to walk the dog, nordic-style.
No leash, no tennis ball to obsessively fetch. Just me, my snowshoes, Brynn, and a big open playfield to frolic in. We both had fun, although the actual frolicking was mostly credited to her. As you can see by the trail, mine was a much straighter and less frolicsome path. I also buried my nose in the snow a lot less.
No leash, no tennis ball to obsessively fetch. Just me, my snowshoes, Brynn, and a big open playfield to frolic in. We both had fun, although the actual frolicking was mostly credited to her. As you can see by the trail, mine was a much straighter and less frolicsome path. I also buried my nose in the snow a lot less.
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hey ramblin' gal! looks like tons of fun. methinks I should buy me some snowshoes too so we cn have recess together.
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