.. could also be "an ode to my dog" ...
Instead of a 'photo of the week' I went back to November of last year when I was able to catch Winter sleeping on the couch.
Snow
!
I
don't know who was more excited Winter or me.
One
more time we were able to walk in a chill morning with snow underfoot,
the trails silent except for Winters panting, my huffing and puffing
and the occasional bird making himself known.
Through
the trails, across the school yard to the pond; following the stream
back around. It was then that I heard it, I think Winter did too but
chose to ignore it, that unmistakable plaintiff cry of the Kildeer
and then there they were, a pair circling above.
A
welcome sight but another harbinger of Spring.
A
Spring that we had forgotten about on this delightful winter
morning...
“I
talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When
he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he
rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend
like that”. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth
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