K and I started slowly this morning, first snuggling, then playing some games, and finally heading out for a walk into the first morning that felt like winter. K stood next to a 10 year old aspen that is starting to change colors. I noticed its tiny sprout poking out of the ground a decade ago and protected it with a rock ring. Look how tall it is now!
Today, she reached the 2 week post-surgery mark and had her cast changed by our vet. Fortunately, her sores and skin infection had cleared up. Moreover, her paw looked normal, unlike before surgery when one toe jutted upward at an unnatural angle. That's all such encouraging news, helping buoy my spirits. It seems almost silly how much the angle of one of K's toes can affect my mood!
After spending time with K, I took our black tornado, R, with me for a short mountain bike ride. We climbed up high to Hug Hill, and the sight of the first snow on the Divide awed me. It's the beginning of a long season of the mountains being cloaked in snow.
Here's to the Power of the Paw!