One of the things I love about living here is that the scenery is always gorgeous.
Even an overcast day has a kind of beauty to it.
Being stopped at a light isn’t so awful when this is the view:
The weather cooperated this weekend, so I loaded up the girls and headed to the park.
I love watching them explore together.
I’m very grateful that they’re such good friends.
Sadly, for Sadie, the friendship does not include romping. (Kishka has never been a fan of such undignified behavior.)
Sadie finally found a friend that was willing to romp.
As always, there was squirrel hunting.
Once a squirrel is spotted, the race is on:
Kishka was able to run, too!
Sadie went off exploring a few times, but always kept a close eye on me:
A clear sign of a good day at the dog park is mud. Let’s assess this visit:
It was a fun afternoon.
I was watching the Olympics last night when I looked down and saw this:
I have no idea how the pig toy ended up posed against Sadie’s leg.
This picture also shows that the majority of my (very small) living room floor is taken up by dog beds. Walking through the room is kind of like navigating an obstacle course. I like to think that it improves my agility. In reality, it’s probably only a matter of time before I break an ankle.
I’m making progress on the Film Noir socks.
I’m hoping to finish them soon, but I cut open my index finger today (ouch!) so knitting is not going to happen for the next few days. I managed to cut it at the exact spot where the needle and yarn go across it. Idiot.
There was no trip to the park this weekend. The roads were very icy, so I decided to play it safe and stay home. Kishka’s knee is still really bothering her, so I also wanted to let her rest.
Instead of exploring the great outdoors, this weekend was spent resting:
Sadie, of course, has to be on her back.
Sadie is a roller. She loves to roll on the floor. She loves to roll in the dirt and mud. She also loves to roll on the couch:
One of these days she’s going to roll right off that couch. I hope I have my camera pointed her way when that happens.
I did venture outside to take pictures of the frozen landscape:
Both of the gussets are finished on the Film Noir socks. I’m really looking forward to wearing them.
I’d be happy to have my biography be the stories of my dogs. To me, to live without dogs would mean accepting a form of blindness. ~ Thomas McGuane
My work hours recently changed. I used to go to work well before dawn. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been driving to work at dawn and wow…it’s been gorgeous.
Pikes Peak rising above the bank of clouds enveloping the city:
A couple of days later there was another gorgeous sunrise. I love the pink glow in this picture:
I’ve almost beat the cold from hell and am feeling much better, so the girls and I ventured to the park this weekend.
Our recent warm (relatively) weather left most of the park rather muddy.
The girls spent some time exploring together.
Kishka checked out the squirrels.
She enjoyed the cold stream water.
And she made a friend.
Kishka’s arthritic knee was really bothering her so she and I spent a lot of time sitting together and watching her nutty sister.
Sadie found friends to play with her.
She ran around by herself.
She also explored the slushy ice covering the stream.
Sadie loves to eat snow/slush/ice.
Sadie enjoyed splashing in the stream.
All of the activity made Sadie tired, but very happy.
On the ride home Kishka found that her sleeping sister made a perfect pillow.
Some dogs love to sleep on furniture and some dogs don’t. Sadie is very much in the ‘love’ camp. She adores my couch:
Kishka usually prefers to sleep on the floor or on a dog bed.
But there’s nothing like snuggling together.
There has been some knitting around here. I’m making progress on the Film Noir socks.
I continue to love the yarn. I’m obsessed with striped sock yarn. I’m not sure why, but I think my love of symmetry has a lot to do with it.
The cold from hell continues. I am improving, but it’s been slow. My week has been spent working and when I’m not at work I have been on the couch coughing. (I can do a wicked impression of an 80 year old chain smoker). I have not knit all week and there will be no visit to the park this weekend.
Sadie has been keeping the couch warm for me during the day:
And she’s been looking after me at night:
(Excuse the crappy phone picture. It’s tough to take a picture when there’s a 100lbs. dog on your chest.)
Kishka continues to taunt Sadie by flipping her food bowl and then not eating:
Hopefully next week will bring pictures of knitting and the park.
Kishka would like it known that she’s taking care of me, too. Shortly after I posted she jumped up on the couch and stretched out on top of me:
“I take care of Mom, too. Don’t let that blonde vixen get all the credit.”