So, on Friday it was 40 degrees, and I thought Thatcher would like to go for a nice long walk. I walked to the bottom of the driveway, which is a half mile long loop around the center of my yard, and he was behind me almost until the end, when he darted off to my right, into our little "forest", as my kids call it. At that point, my house is to my left, up a hill. About 100 feet later, I reached our gate, turned around to walk back up, and no Thatcher. I spent the whole walk calling the little idiot, wondering how I was going to break the news to Patrick that I'd lost his dog while he was at school and Ryan was at work.
And there he was, sitting on the porch when I returned. Evidently he decided this walking crap wasn't for him, and scampered straight up the hill. Little idiot. I sure didn't need to be out strolling around in the cold and wind.
But I did find this pretty view of one of our 100 year old apple trees. Perfect sky on Sunday, I'd say.
And it's supposed to start over tonight, with 4" to 8" of snow predicted, probably with ice on top. Ah, well, we've laid in food supplies, so no big deal.
Happy Monday, everyone!
