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usedtobeljs) wrote2020-12-25 08:48 am
usedtobeljs) wrote2020-12-25 08:48 am
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Joyeux Noel, Post #46
Here in the subtropics, a very cold front blew in, with whipping winds and rain, and the temperature will be 30 degrees colder this morning. Tomorrow, we'll wake to the first freeze in a couple of years.
Miss Adventure still required her walk this morning, however. (Dogs do not observe holidays or weather changes.) So, I bundled up and we went out for our mile + hustle to the park and through the neighborhood.
Our walk proceeded as usual -- Miss Adventure wanting to run!explore!pull on the leash! and me trying to instill discipline. (She gets to prance ahead of me when it's "free walk," and she's supposed to be a mannerly dog when it's time to "heel." She thinks "heeling" is a stupid, stupid thing and she refuses to participate half the time.) The streets were mostly quiet, with no other walkers or joggers braving the Christmas wind chill. Sun was rising, and the chill wind through the oaks and palms kept us going.
As we were climbing the little hill back to the park, we heard a swell of birdsong. A flock of robins were vocalizing and flitting from oak to oak, diving and calling, diving and calling.
May your day be merry, bright, and filled with song.
Miss Adventure still required her walk this morning, however. (Dogs do not observe holidays or weather changes.) So, I bundled up and we went out for our mile + hustle to the park and through the neighborhood.
Our walk proceeded as usual -- Miss Adventure wanting to run!explore!pull on the leash! and me trying to instill discipline. (She gets to prance ahead of me when it's "free walk," and she's supposed to be a mannerly dog when it's time to "heel." She thinks "heeling" is a stupid, stupid thing and she refuses to participate half the time.) The streets were mostly quiet, with no other walkers or joggers braving the Christmas wind chill. Sun was rising, and the chill wind through the oaks and palms kept us going.
As we were climbing the little hill back to the park, we heard a swell of birdsong. A flock of robins were vocalizing and flitting from oak to oak, diving and calling, diving and calling.
May your day be merry, bright, and filled with song.
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Hope you have a song filled day tomorrow too :)
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Hugs! Happy Boxing Day!
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