Fare well, my friend.

Getting ready for the dog park.

The Flatirons.

Now this is a dog park!  Acres for the big dogs, an acre for the little dogs and acres for the combined area.

You know, winter hasn't been so bad, but now that the birds are back in Boulder, I hear what I've been missing.
The last few months have been spent getting to know Sweetie's Sweetheart and their doggy; lots of volunteering; some work; reviewing all the old "Big Love" episodes and starting the new season.
I'm grateful for the family and home I have. I know some people are going through tough times and I feel singularly blessed.

January Thaw at the Dog Park.  What a gorgeous day!  Luckily there were some piles of snow to cool down in nearby.

The Dog Days of Summer.  This is the 15th day of 90º plus temps.

We started painting the house for real yesterday.
















Hansel helped from a distance.

Look what I found when we were walking the dogs.  Isn't it sweet?  I heard a story today about a dolphin helping some stranded whales find their way back to the open water after hearing the whales' distress calls.  Spring is here, and the radishes and carrots have broken ground and the turnips are showing their true leaves.  The lone crocus in the garden is already spent and little green tips of grass are showing through the old mat from last year.  Very sweet time of year.

The Doglady at Scottish Terrier and Dog News posted the question, "Why do Scottie girls look like old men?" Here are a couple of my Scottie friends. Isn't it obvious who is a girl and who is the real old man?