Last week, winter had moments of feeling magical with a big storm of light fluffy snow and then a bluebird day. Shyla and I were out for sunrise on the bluebird day. I'm so glad to have Shyla with whom to share the daily adventures of living in the Colorado mountains.
She snuggled down into pillows of snow and gave me a look that's hard to interpret.
It was still very cold - around 7°F on our sunrise morning. Shyla's limit for needing boots is usually around zero but she still held up a paw every now and then.
And snowface was inevitable after a dive into the snow for a treat.
I sure am glad that we were out reveling in that beautiful day because the weather got bad again soon thereafter.
Now, I am recovering from steroid injections to try to soothe my carpal tunnel syndrome which has left me with almost constantly tingling/numb/painful hands over the past couple of months. I'm not going to type too much now, in the hope that resting my hands will let the steroids do their job.