I am so thankful for my 12-year-old diabetic dog. He has the call of nature a lot and this evening, as I muttered under my breath because he was barking after 10pm, I shoved my feet in my snow boots simply because they were the easiest to put on my feet. Turns out I chose the proper footwear because Brigs, while needing the outdoors for nature’s call, also sensed the first snow had arrived.
Brigs has loved the snow since he was a puppy. As a lab, one would expect him to love water, but he never has. But snow…snow…Brigs loves snow. And tonight we shared the first snow of 2012. I will love the memory of him walking around tonight, face up to the sky, as the snowflakes fell on his big old body. Happy first snow, puppy.
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