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 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.