This morning, we went for a walk with the dog as usual. It was sunny and breezzy and Gus (my dog) was stepping along at a good pace. He knows how much he can pull me, but today he really wanted to get down to the horse farm. When we got to the track, we let him go. There must have been 200 geese in and around the pond in the middle of the track. I love to see him run like that. He is so happy and the geese react so well. Some head for the water and some for the air. They make quite a racket and carry on for several minutes. Gus comes running back with such a self satisfied look on his face. Today, he just had to run around us before sitting for his leash.
He is a great dog. I tried to take his picture for you, but he wouldn’t cooperate. I found an old one taken with Prince, who died last year. He had been sick for a long time. Gus would lay perfectly still when Prince lay beside him. He is a great dog.
It has gotten so cold this afternoon, I have been entertaining thoughts of turning the heat on. It’s something I hate to do. When the heat goes on, it is definitely winter—not my favorite season. Fortunately, I am a knitter and have plenty of sweaters, scarves, hats, gloves, socks, etc, etc. I should bake something, but I did that this morning and I can’t think of a single thing that I want to bake. Oh, well. I know Doug will make a nice fire after supper. I’ll get out my knitting, little Maudie cat will curl up in lap and we will watch mindless TV together.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 