Snow Dog

It was one of the heaviest snowfalls of the season when Jazz and I went for a walk.

Oh, to have the joy and energy of that dog!  She leaped and bounded, sniffed and scurried.  And in the end – she was covered with it.  She did not care at all, in fact, I think she rather liked her new look.

Winter – I think I’m rather liking you!


About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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6 Responses to Snow Dog

  1. First snow in Greensboro, NC this morning, a 1 inch dust – delightful.

  2. April says:

    I have a grand puppy that loves the snow too. I wish it would snow here so that I can watch her delightful zest.

  3. Alice says:

    I can’t resist a snow walk either.

  4. RoSy says:

    My pooch isn’t a fan of the snow. I think it’s mostly because he’s a shorty & has short hair.
    Maybe if I bought him a winter coat… Hmmm… Theres a thought!

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