Frosty Friends
This will be a short post. It’s was 1F again this morning. I was tired, cold and not much in the mood to spend a lot of time outside. Junior and Lily don’t understand those feelings. And in the face of my lack of enthusiasm for throwing the tennis balls, they too matters into their own hands.
I watched them race around the garden chasing each other — back and forth across the property. Slowly, their hot breath took form on their black fur. When I got them to stop for a moment to pose for a photograph, the look in their faces seemed to say, “What’s wrong with you old man?”
Yeah. Really. What’s wrong with me?
I’m glad you made them pose. This is a good one.
It’s the price they pay for their life with a photographer!
Ears up. Ears down. Who knew so much could be said between these two expressions!
They’re both good at non-verbal communication. Lily has moved even further into verbal communication. She now has a collection of whines, moans, yips and barks for everything from “let me out” to “I want a Meaty Bone treat.” Junior lets her do a lot of the work.
Another great photo of your dogs. The ears say a lot. Guess who’s ‘The Boss’?
Lily and her pointy ears are definitely the boss of most things. The only time she gives way to Junior is in the guard dog role. Or “doorbell” as we call it. He’s ferocious at the door while she barks safely from a distance.
Love the frost beards/bibs!
They work hard for those frosty manes!
I agree. Their impatience with you has made them poor subjects. They are not interested in having their photo taken. They are thinking, “Are you through?”
Lily is more tolerant of the camera. After years of photography, Junior really is thinking, “Are you through?”
It’s great that you thought to capture the moment, Steve–and your photo might lack a bit without that brief narrative for context. Well done.
Thanks Ry. Just plodding along reflecting on what’s going on around me.
Woke to an outside temperature of 2F this morning, it was only 42F inside the RV so I cranked up the heater to the next setting and went back to sleep. Can’t imagine walking the dogs in that temperature.
42F is cold sleeping. Not bad when you’re under warm covers. But getting up — ugh. Or backpacking and emerging from a sleeping bag — double ugh.
When it’s really cold I just let the dogs out the back door and let them walk themselves. The magic of a fenced in garden!
The dogs look great with their beards! 🙂
They do love the cold!