Mornings are still too cool to get in any effective exercise for the doggies, so since Keith's been gone I've been taking extra-long lunches and the pups and I walk to the river and they wrestle and eat/smell various and sundry things and I enjoy the quiet and try not to think too much and just breathe deep.
We're very lucky to live so close to a really great unofficial dog park.
The winter has been so mild so far. It's hard to believe this is January. There were three boats on the river today, fishing.
This is what distraction looks like, waiting for husbands to return.
Lazlo, Brown, Buster
Mixed Canine Arts
And...rest...with tongue, of course.