Dogs can smell
fear and also love with perfect accuracy.
There is no use pretending with them.
Nor do they pretend. If a dog is happy
or sad or nervous or bored or ashamed
or sunk in contemplation, everybody knows it.
They make no secret of themselves.
(excerpted from If feeling isn’t in it by John Brehm)
We miss Rigby, but life goes on. Lola seems completely unruffled by his absence – but much like Pooh Bear, she is a dog of very little brain. She gets extra grooming, and Rowen is trying to teach her some simple tricks. Niek made the mistake of feeding her from his hand, something she’s never been able to do reliably, and I had the opportunity to practice my nursing skills. We take her on longer walks, as she has always had more energy. Today she attempted to herd the single sheep, who nervously rammed her and then fled in terror of his momentary bravery. The hogs were unimpressed.
Mother Nature has continued to dump historic quantities of snow on us. Much like making lemonade from undesired lemons, we attempt to find humor in the heaps and piles and mounds and drifts of snow that surround us.
Our second to last storm gave us a wetter snow, from which Rowen and I made a few snowmen. This one is Rowen’s.
While it is very beautiful, I have to admit that I’m feeling pretty done with it.
I think cabin fever has set in. It’s hard to concentrate on my homework and I find myself doing inexplicably goofy things like making bunny years on the kitten when Rowen is trying to take pictures. LOL. (Ignore how exhausted I look, please!)
Somehow, I have managed to finish my Birds of a Sampler project and am now eager to get it framed and hung. The photo doesn’t really do it justice – the colors are much nicer IRL. I’d have to say that I like this design about as well as I like anything I’ve ever stitched.
Wishing you and yours wellness and happiness! Thank you for visiting. :)