Of course you have to dress very stylishly when it is frigid.
You would not believe how much these goggles save my eyes from feeling windburned.
Morris used to love going out in the snow and yesterday afternoon he jumped and twirled as I pulled on my 'gear' for running water to the stock tanks. I made him stay in the house.
Watering is simple right?
Nope 150 feet of hose goes to the large heated stock tank. Each section must be taken apart in frigid weather and drained. The hoses are stretched out on the hillsides after they have been drained and ready for the next time.
Which means to prepare one has to drag the hoses into the proper positions and then connect them, melting the leftover ice on the connections with their hands.
After the upper tanks are done, those hoses too are taken apart and laid out after draining.
Late yesterday afternoon when I came in to swap to some dry gloves Morris jumped and whined. Well, it seemed nicer out, so I went back outside with him.
Morris bolted out the door and ran up and down the plowed driveway. I joined him and then hiked over towards the meadow. The strong hearted little dog joined me, leaping into each of my tracks.
Until, when I turned and saw that he had stopped. He was overcome by a fit of shaking and lifted his paw. He turned and started to walk back.
He was having trouble so I scooped him up and unzipped my flannel jacket and stuck him inside. I took my hands out of their gloves and put them on his feet.
He licked my face. Well yuck. He does have some nasty breath.
We sat in the snow for a bit.
And looked back at our trail.
Morris the adventure dog who used to brave all of the elements no matter what, was not as adventurous any more. I had to face that fact.
No longer was he the young jack russell who flew in the face of cold weather and deep snow.
Photo from 4 yrs ago
Maybe he knew more than me. I didn't want him to age. I don't want him to age.
But I know he spends more and more time on his 'spot' on the couch taking nice long dog naps.
He can hike in good weather, but cold? Not much any more.
He probably has better sense than I do to stay in from the cold.
I know he won't tolerate booties or a coat. So I'm going to let him be the boss of the couch as much as he wants to be.
Mr. Morris, you deserve your spot on the couch.
And I promise not to try and take you on any cold hikes, but if you insist on coming, I will most certainly make sure that I can carry you inside my coveralls.
I know even old dogs like adventures.