Dogs love January. Unlike humans, we don’t make long lists of resolutions and then feel sad when we don’t stick to them. For us January is a time to carry on having fun and being happy. It means a whole new 12 months to look forward to. So many possibilities. New walks to go on, new smells to follow through the fields and new dogs to make friends with and bark at.
For me January also means a chance of snow, which is one of my favourite things. I first saw snow when we moved back to England almost three years ago and it was love at first sight. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. Why hadn’t anyone taken me for a walk in the snow before? All that white power to run through and roll in. It was bliss. It hasn’t snowed since that first time but I’m very hopeful it will again soon. I’ve been casing out the park and working out which areas will be the best bits to race down once it snows.
Mum is not very keen on snow. She doesn’t like to be cold at all and on the frosty mornings we’ve been having she just wants to be carried everywhere. Deana scoops her up and tucks her under her arm and we walk through the forest like that. (Mum doesn’t like mud either which makes things a bit tricky considering we live right across from a very muddy forest.)