I heard on the radio yesterday that this area gets its worst storms in the spring. No surprise. It's been nasty out there. Rain, snow, you name it, we've gotten it.
I've missed a walk with Lobo once. It was last week, actually, when the rain was coming down so hard one morning he looked at me at the back door as if to say, 'Are you serious?' Then he backed away and refused to do his business until later that evening when nature was determined to have the last word.
The next day I covered myself up and the two of us battled the winds to make a short romp through the slushy fields. I was proud of myself for making the effort. In my recent Lobo-less past, I would've asked myself the same question, 'Are you serious?' and curled up on the couch.
Today, however, there's no question that we'll be missing our morning walk. The snow is coming down sideways. Even on the coldest -26C Lobo and I managed to complete a swift circuit at the dog park, but this is so unappealing we're going to have to wait to see what the evening weather brings.
Lobo's pouting. I feel guilty.
To make up for it, I filled my pockets with a bunch of goodies and we ran around the house practicing 'Stay' and 'Come'. He was brilliant and eager and it was good exercise.
I'm thinking that, should we find ourselves housebound again, I'll take the opportunity to reinforce his training. It gets him thinking (which really tires him out) and for me it washes away a bit of the guilts.
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