It is the time of never ending winter, early February when the snow falls and flies with each new gust of the north wind. There’s not much to do except to stay indoors, pile on the sweaters and find a good book.

That is, unless you have a dog…

Lacie doesn’t seem to mind the cold and snow. As long as we are outside, preferably with a ball, she is a happy girl.

If not for her, I’m not so sure I would have left the warmth of the house… but how can I resist those sad eyes starring up at me while she rests her soft head on my lap. I know all to well what she is trying to say.

Once outside it’s all about the ball, the chase and then another throw. Over and over til her lifted front feet signal the end of the game. We trudge back indoors, leaving wet footprints along the entrance floor, shedding leashes, scarfs,coats and mitts as we go.

Warm again… until the next go.

Life with dogs… it gets us going, even when we would rather not.

“Snow flakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes…”