On the way back from the vet's yesterday we stopped in at my niece's. Her little fella thought we should take him outside to play in the snow, and got ready.

I got out for a walk this afternoon:

But once out on the road the wind was daunting and I didn't go far before deciding this wasn't particularly pleasant. As soon as I turned around, Sara came barrelling back (she always runs on ahead) and grabbed the heels of my boots in her teeth, trying to change my mind about going back to the yard. Trying to herd me back in the other direction.

She just about pulls my feet out from under me, the little bugger. But I let her do it quite a few times before getting serious about making her stop.

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Now playing:
Joni Mitchell, Court and Spark, my favourite album; you know, the one I'd take to the desert island

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