In which when the going gets tough, the tough go riding (even in sn*w)
It's amazing how much sadness came from the loss of such a tiny dog. We miss her every hour of every day...but we're learning to move on. It's not easy.
Especially when the weather goes all pear-shaped,
and on a riding day, too!
Sirie and Patty texted me: "Ride? or lunch?"
I texted back: "Ride. THEN lunch." So, we did.
The dragon shares my opinion of the weather:
Patty: Alright. Um, Aarene, I don't think your horse reeeeeeally wants to go riding today.
Patty: What do you think?
Aarene: I think, she's going, like...
Fiddle: You must be kidding. Bah.
Aarene: "You're serious?"
Patty: I don't think she...
Aarene: "It's gonna cost you in cookies, all right."
Fiddle: There's snow out there. There's food in here. Why leave?
Aarene: All right, here.
Patty: You have to get out, Fiddle.
Aarene: You have to get out of the trailer to get the cookies.
Fiddle: Want cookies. Want cookies. GIVE COOKIES.
Aarene: (laughing). Gawd, you're huge.
Fiddle: Cookies! <3
And, an early sign of Spring: Swamp Tulips!
|a.k.a. "Skunk Cabbage"|
Let's hope it lasts...for like, 9 or 10 more months!
Life is...well...better after going for a ride (and lunch) with good friends.