I took the dogs up to the lake this morning, despite the 15 degree temperature. I know it sounds completely insane, but I love weather like this — the dogs darting back and forth across the crunchy ground, the heatless sun yellow on the horizon, each icy breath a mix of pain and exhilaration. Once we were walking for 20 minutes or so, it really wasn’t too bad. Good enough, in fact, for Xena to plunge into the lake in pursuit of a flock of geese. Within minutes after she emerged dripping from the water, she turned into the ice Newf.
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