I love Dogs me...

Dogs are wonderful  animals I love and respect  them.----- Why then do some people buy dogs  Then abuse them.  Dogs deserve to be treated kindly and with respect.

Cheers .........K

We were out at the same time Rocky, still snowing and a good covering on our walk. Cassie obviously remembered the snow of a few years back as she ran around with nose to the ground, interrupted by her purposeful rolls whilst on the move.

Stopped snowing now and blue sky appearing, she will wonder where it all went when we take her out again later.

Early walk for us this morning as well. Howling gale overnight here, and still not safe for a woodland walk, so we wrapped up well and took to our local park, which is nice and large with plenty of sniffing spots! Must have had a bit of rain overnight, as paths are very icy, and sky looks full of snow. However, as I type, the sun is now beaming through, creating some wonderful colour contrasts. Dogs are home, dry and warm now, lazily digesting breakfast and a Dentastix. Little do they know what today holds for them......car packed, just last few bits to add, then we head North, probably towards snow, definitely towards castles, beaches, roaring log fires, some great food and hopefully a nice relaxing break!

Keep safe all, wherever you may be!

Early walk for us this morning as well. Howling gale overnight here, and still not safe for a woodland walk, so we wrapped up well and took to our local park, which is nice and large with plenty of sniffing spots! Must have had a bit of rain overnight, as paths are very icy, and sky looks full of snow. However, as I type, the sun is now beaming through, creating some wonderful colour contrasts. Dogs are home, dry and warm now, lazily digesting breakfast and a Dentastix. Little do they know what today holds for them......car packed, just last few bits to add, then we head North, probably towards snow, definitely towards castles, beaches, roaring log fires, some great food and hopefully a nice relaxing break!

Keep safe all, wherever you may be!

Dave & TDA, great stories. I've yet to meet a Dog that don't love the Snow, it seems to have a similar effect as Sand

What great snow stories.

Rocky, your Young Un, and Dave's Cassie, had a whale of a time in the snow and it's a joy to read. Her Mum, not so, but you made her warm and safe and she's fine. No dogs could be loved more.

TDA, may your dogs have a great break - you too, of course.

Thanks Tinny, yup She wet me thru, I had to change my T & fleece, my coat is hung up in the lounge near the Stove. She's worth it & more Mucker. I have one each side of me as I post-snoring away

We were a bit later going out this morning and by the time I had donned my boots and coat - and put Meg into hers, there was a good inch or so of snow covering the ground.  Meg's not a whimp by any means but when she gets wet, her coat is so dense that it takes an age for her to dry and we have that lingering smell of 'damp dog' around the house - so I thought that this morning was definitely a day to cover her up.

It was with some excitement and trepidation that we both poked our noses out of the back door - to be met by the icy blast of a northerly wind.  This was the first time the Meg had actually experienced 'real' snow and I for one, was intrigued as to what she would make of it. Secretly, I suspect both of us would rather have stayed inside. The one thing about living so close to the sea is that we rarely see snow and when we do, it usually only lasts a very short while before the salt air does it stuff and turns it into that miserable dirty slush that I for one, am not a great fan of.

Her nose goes over the doorstep, and starts to sniff this fluffy white stuff - followed by a paw which gently poked and prodded to try and get some measure of what it was.  Anyway, satisfied that it wasn't going to harm her - off we set.  Having decided against the beach this morning we headed for the field a few minutes from home, Meg sticking to the grass verges rather than the footpath having quickly realised that this gave her a better footing.

Once into the field where there were acres of virgin snow to explore, she was off her lead and shot off like a bullet enjoying every second of it like a playful little child.  She kept stopping every few moment, turning around and looking at the tracks she had made and then - off again, round and round in circles, creating lovely patterns in the snow as she bounded around like a frolicking lamb. She was having an absolute ball - and then decided that this was so much fun she would have a go at rolling around in it (good job I put her coat on, after all!).  This is a good game - 'look at me Dad' she seemed to say, as she stood there, dripping, and with what I am sure was a smile on her face.  

Once back home, dried and fed, she retired to her favourite basket in front of a big log fire - no doubt dreaming of her first snowy adventure.

We were a bit later going out this morning and by the time I had donned my boots and coat - and put Meg into hers, there was a good inch or so of snow covering the ground.  Meg's not a whimp by any means but when she gets wet, her coat is so dense that it takes an age for her to dry and we have that lingering smell of 'damp dog' around the house - so I thought that this morning was definitely a day to cover her up.

It was with some excitement and trepidation that we both poked our noses out of the back door - to be met by the icy blast of a northerly wind.  This was the first time the Meg had actually experienced 'real' snow and I for one, was intrigued as to what she would make of it. Secretly, I suspect both of us would rather have stayed inside. The one thing about living so close to the sea is that we rarely see snow and when we do, it usually only lasts a very short while before the salt air does it stuff and turns it into that miserable dirty slush that I for one, am not a great fan of.

Her nose goes over the doorstep, and starts to sniff this fluffy white stuff - followed by a paw which gently poked and prodded to try and get some measure of what it was.  Anyway, satisfied that it wasn't going to harm her - off we set.  Having decided against the beach this morning we headed for the field a few minutes from home, Meg sticking to the grass verges rather than the footpath having quickly realised that this gave her a better footing.

Once into the field where there were acres of virgin snow to explore, she was off her lead and shot off like a bullet enjoying every second of it like a playful little child.  She kept stopping every few moment, turning around and looking at the tracks she had made and then - off again, round and round in circles, creating lovely patterns in the snow as she bounded around like a frolicking lamb. She was having an absolute ball - and then decided that this was so much fun she would have a go at rolling around in it (good job I put her coat on, after all!).  This is a good game - 'look at me Dad' she seemed to say, as she stood there, dripping, and with what I am sure was a smile on her face.  

Once back home, dried and fed, she retired to her favourite basket in front of a big log fire - no doubt dreaming of her first snowy adventure.

Great yarn Rich, Meg, welcome to the club