... pull off the gloves. Actually pleasant to be outside.

On one of our walks today we ambled along Whitewater Creek for a while—until Pax sensed quarry on the far side. He then switched into pursuit mode and took off at Pax-speed across the erratically frozen water. Luckily for him, when he's moving that fast his feet don't really touch anything, so he made it across just fine.
A sharp whistle brought him out of his trance, and a reprimand made him feel contrite, but a problem remained—that of dog getting back across stream. Pax considered this complex situation for a good bit of time while I visualized where, when, and how I'd have to go wading in order to pull him out when he fell in.
Oh, me of little faith. Pax eventually found the perfect spot and scampered across without moistening a tone-nail.

Also of interest.........When I went out to run an errand this afternoon I found quite a flat flat on the right front tire of the truck. Running the compressor for 15 minutes got me enough inflation to make it to the Chevy dealer, and repair. Apparently someone ran over something, sometime.....and I don't think it was me.