On a chilly Sunday afternoon
we decided to take the dogs for a walk in our favorite section of the park.
At first I wasn't so excited - you know, I just love being out in the cold. In the winter, and especially in the snow.
Nonetheless, we bundled up and loaded the dogs into the van.
Pixie was quite literally jumping for joy as we started down the trail.
Crazy loveable girl dog!
The three amigos were oblivious to the cold.
Tango spent much of the time with her head buried in the snow, digging for imaginary prey, always coming up empty-handed (empty-mouthed?).
Tyson was in his own little world, scampering in and out of the underbrush.
Pixie was in constant motion (big surprise) but always running back to "check in' with us to make sure we were keeping up with her. Oh, did she have fun!
The hubster sauntered along at a steady pace, (no gloves! no hat!) enjoying the walk.
I was always a few paces behind, camera in hand, deciding that a cold wintery day isn't so awful after all. It was, in fact, quite beautiful and invigorating and ... well, nice.
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