And off we go...herself has to be leashed, sadly, because she will follow her nose into the next county to track a scent.
At this point I have to start moving faster to keep up which is good for me.
Rounding the completely snowed-in greenhouse there on the left below.
She's stopping to see what I'm doing, always a chance of a treat (Labradors love their stomachs!) but no it's a camera. Rex never lets us out of his sight.
I stopped to look at this old tree stump, in particular to examine the fresh holes that something had dug in it.
I was struck by how perfectly round each hole is.
Just look at those ears...real beauties.
I'm making this a faster walk than usual and not because of the cold. A farmer in nearby Carp came upon a cougar in his barn this past week. Luckily the cougar was able to exit without passing him or his horses. Though there has never been a case in Canada of a cougar attacking a person, I'd be concerned about the dogs. Sightings of this cougar have come to light all around us.
But on this walk, just a few chickadees are the only other living things I spy. Endless tracks though.
Forty-five minutes later: safe and sound at home.
And snoozing in front of the stove. Notice Murphy, the diva, claims the kitchen dog bed.
I'm tired but happy too.
And a bowl of homemade ham and pea soup is so warming.