Wintery Walk

This fall, we were given a sectional couch.  It is my haven.  I work full-time, and while there I often daydream about sitting on that couch, in my favorite corner with Jake on the floor near me.  That couch is what I come home to after work. The kids and I shed the layers of the day off, and park it. 

Jake, however, longs to escape that couch.  It is his cushy prison I assume. 

His paradise is outside, on our walks.  After our brush with Winter Storm Nemo, I decided it would be ok to go out and give it a try.  His old eyes shimmer what I say the "W word", and he sits still as I get his leash and harness on.  The years shed from him and he proudly trit-trots through the snow, with just enough slack on the leash to make he appreciate all that early training we did. 

I am looking forward to his excitement when I bring up the subject tomorrow too.