It’s officially spring. Ski season is over. The mud is taking hold. The rain has started, but so have the occasional warm, sunny days.
Even the dogs have a case of spring fever.
Their daily hikes have a new excitement to them. You can tell they’re enjoying the new sights and smells – the earth uncovered, the rushing water.
The dead animals.
Oh, my. The dead animals.
Not a hike goes by that one of them (Esther) doesn’t proudly drag something dead and rotting out of the woods, newly revealed by the rapidly melting snow.
A deer leg, for instance.
Or a random piece of fur.
Or … an entire pelt. What a find, Esther! Want me to make you a fur coat?
Wait, I have a better idea! Let’s go home and give daddy a big kiss!