I woke up feeling low... very low. I plodded out of our clearing with my awkward big snowshoes on (they're a necessity, rather than a fun thing, with the bottomless snow drifts that currently cover our trails). I brooded and wished that I could rewind our lives by more than a week.
I released K from her leash, and I watched her trot ahead of me with a bounce in her step. She peeked back at me with mischief in her eyes. Then, she grabbed a stick, did an impromptu play bow, and bounded away from me. I threw back my head and laughed.
K did it again. She knows me so well, and, by being her happy self, she brought me back to our precious moment together and pulled me out of the morass of worrying.
R wished you all a Happy New Year in his own unique way. He howled like a wild dog.