Yesterday, the Duo and I reveled in an evening hike. R looked distinguished in the tall golden grass of the meadow.
Thanks to all of you who helped me to stop be angry at myself about my mistake. Your comments were so supportive.
During yesterday's hike, to prove to me that she felt great, K demonstrated the art of an ecstatic snow wriggle:
Actually, it is. After finding a dearth of treats on the ground, K sat next to me, leaning against me in a comforting way. She stayed that way until I clambered to my feet like a stiff octogenarian. Ah, the love of a dog...