.. could also be "an ode to my dog" ...
Instead of a 'photo of the week' I went back to November of last year when I was able to catch Winter sleeping on the couch.
I don't know who was more excited Winter or me.
One more time we were able to walk in a chill morning with snow underfoot, the trails silent except for Winters panting, my huffing and puffing and the occasional bird making himself known.
Through the trails, across the school yard to the pond; following the stream back around. It was then that I heard it, I think Winter did too but chose to ignore it, that unmistakable plaintiff cry of the Kildeer and then there they were, a pair circling above.
A welcome sight but another harbinger of Spring.
A Spring that we had forgotten about on this delightful winter morning...
“I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that”. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth