Sometimes I wonder why I bother to check the weather. I have the perfect weather reporters in and out of my house at least three times a day. If they leave tracks on the kitchen floor, it's muddy. If they shove cold wet noses in my... hands, it's icy. If they're panting, it's hot or there are squirrels in the backyard. If Ty has turned white, it's snowing. He hates those ice balls that form on his legs when it's snowy. Saffron, on the other hand, thinks she's a snowplow. Really, there will be a little pile of snow on her muzzle for a while after she comes in!
Really, though, I adore my doggies. Ty's face is so expressive, especially if he's in "fuzzy" mode. Which he will be until the average weather warms up. It's the eyebrows. Few dogs can match a Schnauzer for funky eyebrows. And although I lament ever having a cloth item that doesn't have Saffron hair all over it, she really is a cuddle-bug when I need her.
It's amazing to realize, she's over four years old, and Ty is... who knows. At least six. If I can keep on top of their weight, maintain their health, I could have them around for six or so more years. That much longer of toting home bags of doggie chow, debating the merits of lint roller vs. fluff cycle dryer, and the pre-vacation mad rush to find the leashes.
I now own a decent piece of luggage. It's bright red and soft-sided. It has a very cushy set of handles, so I could carry it sideways or vertical. The straps that convert it to a backpack fit pretty nicely. I also got a travel clothesline that doesn't need clothespins. I tried it out, it worked quite well looped around the bathroom TP holder and door handle. Add a carabiner, and I could have fastened it in half a dozen other locations, and thus not had to duck under it to shower. Progress towards a trip! Yay!
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