Good days

Yesterday, in warm sun and still air, K and I hiked up to "Hug Hill", our absolute favorite lookout spot around here. We don't go there as often in the winter as in the summer because its slopes hold deep snow all winter long. During our trek yesterday, K was full of romping energy, leaving the packed path to plow through the loose snow.

When we arrived at the top, K seemed thrilled to be there! She gazed out toward the Continental Divide behind her.

When she noticed that I was clicking away with the camera, she "offered" a play bow. One of the fun side effects of using positive training techniques with K is that she loves to "offer" behaviors to see what will make me smile. In other words, she does tricks without any prompting from me.

At this time of year, our snowy world can become blinding, when the strong sun reflects off the white ground. K was continually squinting while we played on Hug Hill. So, I offered her my glasses. She carefully balanced them on her face and never dropped them.

She seemed to decide that she didn't like looking through them (maybe my prescription isn't right for her). She looks professorial, doesn't she?

We had a wonderful time, playing in the snow and enjoying the views. I'm guessing that that K and I have visited this spot more than a thousand times in her lifetime yet we never tire of it.

When we arrive home from our morning hike, we have a ritual. I feed her breakfast, and then I drag her new bed, so generously given to her by many of you, into a sun puddle. Yes, K is spoiled rotten.

In the warmth of the sun with a full belly, her eyes don't stay open for long.

These are good days, and we know it.