For the past few weeks now, I have really been looking forward to Spring. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being knee-deep in snow, and shoveling it is not only exercise, but is also a chance to meet the neighbors who went into hibernation once the temperature dropped below 0C/32F. It’s not that I don’t like silly temperatures (my definition of silly is anything below -20C/-4F). My problem is that when there are a few days in February of around 10C/50F, then I just want to say goodbye to a pretty bad display of winter weather, and say hello to Spring.
That just changed so Spring… there’s no rush. Just take your time! Why the change?
Ray just loves this weather (-10C/14F this morning)! I mentioned a few Posts ago how happy he seems to be when I go out with him around 7:45 – 8:00am. Part of his happiness is probably the fact that he can relieve himself in the garden, and then of course he knows very well that breakfast will be served as soon as we go back inside. His happiness does however seem to transcend those thoughts.
He is getting more and more playful when we go out! Once I have alerted any skunks, cats, or other creatures of our impending reclamation of the back garden, I go back to the house to let Ray out. He now comes charging down the five steps; makes a very tight high-speed left turn to avoid hitting the gate, and then rockets around the garden! After a few minutes, he has one leg elevated and… well you can probably guess the rest!
However, as soon as he has finished, he looks across at me. Typically, I then start leaping up and down and Ray then usually agrees that it is time to be silly. He gallops (yes… gallops) over to me and starts leaping around in circles, so I run and hide behind our large maple tree. There’s no fooling Ray, as he quickly finds me and starts leaping around once again.
If I run directly at him, he will charge off around the garden and eventually circle back to me where he then repeats his vertical take off exercises! He will suddenly stop, realize (I assume) that he won’t get his breakfast unless he goes back into the house, and either look at me for an indication that I am going to race him back… or simply take the initiative and run back on his own and wait for me on the back porch.
The thing is, not only do I have so much fun playing with him, but I am still in awe (after 4 years of living with him) when I see how effortlessly he moves his almost 80lbs around! All this appears to be triggered by the cool weather so… can we stall Spring? Please?
PS. I have a strong suspicion that Ray and I may be entertaining our neighbors as well as having fun!