For the majority of our winter months it's simply seemed like an extended fall. The days warm with just a touch of a cool breeze. Ahhhh it's been glorious, a hunting pups dream come true. No getting too hot from casting to and fro for a scent, no horrible southern humidity to speak of, truly glorious.
That is until yesterday.The winds brought an arctic change to our southern style winter.The temps never made it to freezing. A bitterly evil wind howling through the trees, cutting right through the long-johns and winter jacket Mom dressed me in every time we went out the door.
Yups it was my worst nightmare come true. Winter has truly arrived. I myself being a thick coated, soft wirehair Dachshund love cool and even cold weather. My Mom on the other hand, has water in her veins. Let the temps hit 40 degrees and she'll spend 15 min putting on layer, after layer, after layer of clothing and still top it all off with a jacket, scarf, ear muffs, toboggan, and gloves. Then of course she's not happy until I'm layered as well.
Today the high is forecast to be 29 degrees. Of course this translates to another day of no walkies for me. Mom has promised when the temps hit at least 34 our walks will resume. ~sigh~ I'm remembering what winter is all about my furiends. Hurried dashes to take care of personal business, bunnies and field mice that don't get to be tracked. Scents missed, blowing on winter breezes that make our hoomans shiver, shake and rush us back inside.
There's snow, sleet and possible freezing rain forecast for later this week. I'm sure that's going to be another day that I miss my walkies. I'm remembering all about ole' man winter. I hope your winter is going better than mine dear furiends.
Love, Molly and my Mom
That is until yesterday.The winds brought an arctic change to our southern style winter.The temps never made it to freezing. A bitterly evil wind howling through the trees, cutting right through the long-johns and winter jacket Mom dressed me in every time we went out the door.
Yups it was my worst nightmare come true. Winter has truly arrived. I myself being a thick coated, soft wirehair Dachshund love cool and even cold weather. My Mom on the other hand, has water in her veins. Let the temps hit 40 degrees and she'll spend 15 min putting on layer, after layer, after layer of clothing and still top it all off with a jacket, scarf, ear muffs, toboggan, and gloves. Then of course she's not happy until I'm layered as well.
Today the high is forecast to be 29 degrees. Of course this translates to another day of no walkies for me. Mom has promised when the temps hit at least 34 our walks will resume. ~sigh~ I'm remembering what winter is all about my furiends. Hurried dashes to take care of personal business, bunnies and field mice that don't get to be tracked. Scents missed, blowing on winter breezes that make our hoomans shiver, shake and rush us back inside.
There's snow, sleet and possible freezing rain forecast for later this week. I'm sure that's going to be another day that I miss my walkies. I'm remembering all about ole' man winter. I hope your winter is going better than mine dear furiends.
Love, Molly and my Mom
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