sweater Wednesday

Henry's replacement sweaters came in the mail (I had send back the too small ones). You might ask -- does he really need more than one sweater? Of course not. But, keeping to one is more work for me -- it has to be dried, cleaned and it has to serve cold and very very cold temperatures. Today, I tried on the one that is intended for the very very cold weather, even though we're just in the cold realm right now. 

Getting him into this one was more trouble because he thought the texture was quite chewable. Henry is still a bit of a chewer. Knob yesterday. Today I caught him eyeing the wooden stool leg. I also noticed that the arm rests in Sparrow's car seat have teeth marks. What happens in the back seat stays in the back seat. I had thrown a cover there and I leave everything else to fate. Or Henry's good judgment. Which, I'm seeing, is still in the "I'm a playful pup" category. 

It was still snowing lightly -- a brittle icy snow -- when he and I stepped outside.

Since it was early, I thought I'd fit in a real walk -- something more interesting than just around the block. But Henry had other ideas. Once he was done with his necessary business, he decided to let loose his inner crazies. And I let him. If snow and a walk with his human still bring him so much pleasure, well then who am I to rein him in? 

Breakfast. Calm restored.

 

 

 

And then comes this absolutely sublime period of affection, with the last bits of milky coffee, soft jazzy music in the background, some reading on my part, and my arm around the greatest dog in the world!

 

 

And I don't just mean size-wise!

Okay, doggie daycare time. I have a date to go skiing with Ed today. As usual, by the time I get to the farmhouse and settle into a comfy chair, by the time he makes me a cup of tea and turns up the heat a little, I do not want to go anywhere, especially outside, in the wind, on icy terrain. 

 (Dance is peering over at Ed's phone that is ringing and presumably flashing something)

But as usual, Ed talks me into it, and as always, I am so glad! We have a fantastic run. Well, perhaps I would not call it a run. But the glide is vigorous and more importantly -- deeply satisfying.

 

 

Ed suggested a coffee shop afterwards. I happily agreed and we settled on Paul's (well, we call it Paul's because he has had it for such a long time now). We asked if Paul was there. Paul? Oh no. He doesn't own it anymore. It's under new ownership. 

Wow, so many memories can be traced to our visits here. When I was still teaching, we'd very often meet up at Paul's for a post-work moment of quiet time together. Paul  knew Snowdrop, whom I brought with me on days when she was still a toddler. 

The new owner came out to say hi. Nice guy. Same good food. And lovely cafe atmosphere. We'll surely come back, but I doubt that we'll stop calling it Paul's. (The place is actually called Oasis.)

In the evening I pick up both Henry and as a favor to my daughter -- Goose. My, are those dogs strong!

I stop over at her place for just a few minutes, but it is getting late and I know that I wont have time to get us home and fed and ready for dog training class. Well boys, should we practice some commands now?

 

 

 

Back at the Edge, I have nothing but sweet words for my pooch. He is, by the way, Pet of the Month! His picture is in all the elevators.

My good boy is famous! (Probably as much for his loud bark greeting as for the photo in the elevator.)

 

with so much love...