The snow lay all about when the puppies went out for their ablutions this morning. Freya stood and stared at the white grass, a bit uncertain. She looked both sides of the path but she was surrounded. Eventually she turned around so that just her back legs were on the grass.
Emma looked a bit puzzled for a moment then she walked onto the grass and had a pee. She’s never fazed for too long.
I didn’t have work today but was going to pop along to an exhibition at the Wellcome but one look outside first thing convinced me this wasn’t the best idea. Most of the snow had turned to ice overnight and the path looked terribly slippy. Given my complete lack of balance and stupid feet, I decided to stay home instead. As it turned out, it was a good idea, because Emma has finally come into season.
It’s the first time (that we’re aware of). I only realised after she jumped off my lap and I spotted the blood on my trackies. It’s a very good thing because I was beginning to wonder whether there was something wrong with her. It’s a bad thing because rather than three weeks, that’s now doubled given she started just as Freya is ending. Still, the good outweighs the bad.
Though now we have to be extra careful on walks.
Oh my goodness you sure do other wise lots of little Emma’s and Freya’s and your right don’t walk on the ice . Love mum xxxx