You see that pretty snow in that picture below? The snow that makes Cassie so happy? Yeah, it's gone. And it's also hot. In just one week. No, less than one week, the temperature shot up to almost 80 degrees. The snow melted and Greta was the happy dog instead of Cassie.
On Saturday, we took an hour-long walk early in the morning. We hit every cul-de-sac in the neighborhood and even ventured into the newest, undeveloped part of the neighborhood. Greta was loving it. But about 3/4 of the way through the walk, Cassie started to slow down. She started to pull toward the grass. I knew she didn't need a potty break. We'd already passed her one spot. She started wheezing a little bit and and so I stopped for a minute to let her rest. I realized that her winter coat, even in the morning sun, was just too much for her. And maybe my ambitious hour-long walk wasn't a good idea for her. Afterall, she's our fat dog. I think she's packed a few extra pounds on this winter.
I gave her a little pep talk and we moseyed on home. It was a true mosey. We weren't in any hurry at all. When we entered our fence, she about pulled my hand off, she was pulling on the leash so hard to get to a nice, cool dirt spot.
Just another seasonal change as we enter Greta's favorite time of year and leave Cassie's.
Roxie
